Sovereign Syre & Michael Vegas

Sovereign wraps both hands around that fat black strap-on like she's claiming it. Michael is already on all fours, hole twitching, and she grins like she knows exactly how loose she's gonna leave him. She spits on the head, rubs it in slow, then shoves the whole fat length in one hard stroke. His moan breaks when she bottoms out. She fucks him like she's trying to rearrange his guts, hips snapping, that strap-on stretching him so wide his rim clings and goes pale around the shaft every time she pulls back. She plants a foot on the bed for leverage, drives deeper, and watches his hole just give up—puffy, shiny, open. Every thrust makes it wink and gasp. She's laughing low, calling him a greedy slut, and doesn't let up until it's gaping wide enough to catch the light and stay open when she finally pulls out.