Dominating Gim Von Gamete with Edyn Blair

The film opens on me and Edyn Blair—finally. Sweat already sits on her collarbone when she grabs Gim Von Gametes by the balls and yanks him into the middle of the mattress. His hole winks pink, open. I spit into it, slap it twice, watch the spit run down his taint. Edyn laughs low, climbs behind him, slides two fingers in dry until he groans like he’s hurt. She works him open while I kneel in front, cocks him with my hand, voice low: "oink, pig." The slap of her palm hits his ass cheek, sharp; a red print blooms. I switch places, cock replacing fingers, bottoming out until his breath breaks. She keeps spanking—thighs, calves, the side of his ribs—each smack timed with my thrust so he shudders and squeals on cue. His hole grips slick and desperate. Edyn bites his ear, whispers filth. I reach under, twist his nipple hard enough to make him buck. He oinks louder. Sweat drips. The bed creaks. His ass cheeks shake red and raw. We don’t let up until he’s nothing but noise and tremble between us.