You're My Strap- on Bitch

Elle Alexandra had no time for Dillion Harper on the slopes or off. The redhead hated that padded tits and dumb smile, hated how someone that soft still got a roster spot. That morning at the lodge she decided to settle it. She slammed Dillion against the locker, climbed over her like a storm, and went straight to work on her fat little pussy with tongue and fingers so fast the bench rattled. Dillion flinched, scared stiff, but her hips pushed up anyway. She opened the redhead’s slick folds and licked deep, and hot juice coated her chin before Elle ground down harder. Minutes later Elle reached behind her back and came out with the harness and thick rubber cock. She locked the straps, pushed Dillion flat, and drove every inch inside. The plastic slammed home again and again; Dillion’s legs locked, her walls fluttered, and she came so hard the whole locker bench squealed under them. Elle didn’t let up, just kept thrusting until Dillion broke apart a second time, shuddering like she might split open, her dripping slit squeezing the shaft for more.