Millie’s tan lines fade where restraints dig into her wrists as she gasps through bound lips. Her pussy glistens from earlier teasing before Kenna even straps on—this isn’t foreplay anymore. The first thick cockhead slams between her spread cheeks with zero warning, raw and relentless. Tied to the bed like prey, Millie arches off the sheets as Kenna rides her ass like it owes money, fingers pinching nipples until they’re rock-hard points. A hand yanks back hair for a muffled scream when the strap-on pistons deeper than any man ever has—no lube needed, just pure friction burning them both alive.