File name: 0391 Mistress Ludovica 2 Beast for your ass
File Size : 2.17 GB
Runtime : 14 min 54 s
Resolution : 1920x1080
Format video: MP4
After a full day of shooting, my Mistress friend and I are exhausted, muscles aching, but there's still that last wicked spark left in us, just enough to ruin someone while barely moving a finger. We collapse onto the couch, legs spread wide, two absolutely massive strap-ons already buckled on and pointing straight up like threats. "Bring the bitch in," I say, voice low and tired. He crawls in, naked, eyes widening when he sees the monsters waiting for him. "Get up here," I order, patting my thigh. "You're going to fuck us. We're staying right here, nice and comfortable." He climbs on, straddling me, hands shaking as he lines himself up and slowly sinks down. A broken moan rips out of him as he takes every inch. Then he starts riding, up and down, faster when we snap at him, thighs burning, sweat dripping onto my stomach. "Good little slut. Fuck your Mistress properly." After a few minutes he's already wrecked, legs trembling, breath ragged. We shove him off me and point to my friend. "Your turn. Ride her." He stumbles over, impales himself again, but he barely manages a few weak bounces before he collapses forward, spent. She laughs, grabs his hips, folds his legs back until his knees are by his ears and starts pounding him herself, hard, deep, merciless. The whole couch shakes while he screams and sobs. When she's had enough, we both stand up, drag him to the floor and throw him on all fours. I take his ruined hole from behind, she fills his mouth from the front. We fuck him in perfect rhythm, then at the same time, then alternating, until his body is shaking uncontrollably and his ass is a wide, sloppy, gaping mess. I pull out slow, admiring the view. "Look at that pretty wrecked hole we made." He stays there on his knees, trembling, ass pulsing open, drooling, completely destroyed. We drop back onto the couch, light fresh cigarettes, and watch him try to catch his breath. "Stay exactly like that, bitch," I say, blowing smoke toward him. "We're not nearly done with you yet." And he can only whimper and obey.