Femdom Ass Massacre, Scene #02

Aiden Starr owns Chad like cheap property. One snap of her fingers and the pool boy’s job is dangling by a thread. He peels off his trunks, tits swaying as she drags him closer by the nipples—white hot pain jolts through him, and his breath cuts short. She flips him, palm cracking over his bare ass in loud, red prints. Next, she shoves his face beneath the surface; the second he breaks for air she spears two fingers straight up his asshole. Then the harness—thick silicone stretching him open while afternoon sunlight catches every thrust. Neighbors watch. She climbs on his mouth last, smothering him with soft, heavy flesh while she works his cock in a merciless grip until it spurts across his stomach.