Ride that Strap on like a good little Girl

Sovereign Syre has run out of patience with Amarna Miller, her boss's spoiled red-haired daughter. Amarna struts like the place belongs to her, but when Sovereign overhears her mocking her on the phone, the gloves come off. She grabs the younger woman and puts that mouth to better use. Sovereign's hands roam, prying apart soft thighs, and her tongue finds its target—lapping slow, deep, relentless at Amarna's wet cunt. The girl trembles, already out of her depth. Then the big gun appears: thick, glistening, far bigger than anything Amarna's taken. Sovereign straps it on, angles the heavy tip between spread lips, and drives inside. The first thrust pulls a gasp; the second knocks the sense right out of her. She fucks Amarna through every angle, folding her over, pinning her down, driving deeper until the girl's body gives out in hard, shuddering climax. Spent, trembling, Amarna finally presses her mouth to Sovereign's waiting cunt and returns the favor, tongue working just as earnestly as she'd been taught.