Ivy Ireland stands in that tight black getup, sunlight catching every curve. The collar sits snug around her neck, leash already clipped on, swinging between her legs as she moves. She grinds and sways, ass shaking like she knows exactly what she’s selling. Zac doesn’t waste time. He grabs the leash, yanks her in, and bends her over. One hand keeps the slack tight while he spreads her cheeks and sinks straight into her ass. She moans like a filthy little show-off, pushing back harder every time he thrusts. Sweat, skin, and sunlight — all of it slick and loud while he pounds her deep, leash biting into the back of her neck, both of them loving every second of it.
Ivy Ireland stands in that tight black getup, sunlight catching every curve. The collar sits snug around her neck, leash already clipped on, swinging between her legs as she moves. She grinds and sways, ass shaking like she knows exactly what she’s selling. Zac doesn’t waste time. He grabs the leash, yanks her in, and bends her over. One hand keeps the slack tight while he spreads her cheeks and sinks straight into her ass. She moans like a filthy little show-off, pushing back harder every time he thrusts. Sweat, skin, and sunlight — all of it slick and loud while he pounds her deep, leash biting into the back of her neck, both of them loving every second of it.
