Rough

Just as Widow opened up and seemed ****, Tracer grips the back of the woman’s hair and yanks backs, bending her neck painfully. Hissing into her ear, Tracer says, “You’re just a dirty slag aren’t ya blue?”

Widow doesn’t look upset or angry, just sort of frustrated I suppose at the sudden denial of satisfaction, she curtly replies, “Oui Madame.”

A familiar feral grin crosses Tracer’s face as she aggressively starts slamming her hips into Widows ass, driving the 8 inch strapon as deep as it could go, snarling out, “This is for Mondatta.”

After a few minutes Tracer switched things up. Keeping the strapon buried inside Widow’s ass, Tracer lets go of the Widow’s hair and pulls the woman up, moving her around so Widow’s sitting on her knees, ass in Tracer’s lap. Reaching around, Trace plays with Widow’s tits with one hand while the other tugs on the nipple clamp chain painfully. Giggling, Trace starts sawing her hips back and forth, driving the strapon up into Widow’s asshole. Widow looks bored throughout it all but Tracer looks like she’s having a blast. With hace pressed against Widow’s back and her eyes screwed shut, Tracer’s manically, selfishly plays with Widow’s tits while she ruts away.