Jada Fire & Rio Mariah

I figured I was the ultimate top dog, owning every chick I nailed, making them beg for more. But damn, Jada Fire flipped the script on me hard. All those pussies I'd devoured always bent to my commands—until her. She strapped up that thick black dildo and rammed it down my throat till I was gagging like crazy. Never got owned like that, not even in Brazil. My slit was dripping buckets as she wrecked it, slapping my cheeks red, treating me like her filthy plaything. Usually, my backdoor's off-limits, but I craved that ebony rod buried balls-deep in my ass, clenching my jaw through the grind. Days later, I'm still buzzing, pulse racing wild from the pounding.