Strap On Suck And Fuck with Evilyn Ink

Evilyn Ink walks in wearing nothing but a harness and a strap so huge it might be a prop from a circus. It swings heavy between her thighs. Lady Lazarus drops to her knees, opens wide, and takes it anyway. She gags when the tip pushes into the back of her throat. Spit drips down her chin. Later, on all fours, she feels the blunt head press against her cunt and drives back anyway, taking inch after inch until she sits flush against Evilyn’s hips. Her breath catches, thighs shake, but she keeps rolling her hips, greedy for more.