Strap Some Boyz #04, Scene #04

Christian flexed his muscles, eyes dark with doubt. She looked too small. But when Marina bucked on that strap-on, doubt slid out the door fast. One glare from the petite hellcat and he dropped to his knees, lips wrapping around thick rubber, tongue dragging slick along every inch she shoved deeper. Leather cracked against bare skin, raising welts that burned hot. He groaned around plastic, drool running down his chin. When she tugged him up by the hair and swallowed his cock to the root, his thighs shook. Wet heat squeezed, held, pumped. Then her fingers replaced her mouth and the fake cock speared his ass, vicious and steady. Each thrust pushed grunts out of his chest and rubbed every button she owned. Marina jerked him hard and fast, milking until he pumped cum across her gloved fingers. One slick fist under his chin and she fed it straight back into his mouth, watching him lick his own load clean.