Great Fuck In The Cage For The Canaglias

Tommy loves banging her in weird spots. Every time he drags Lady Muffin somewhere new, pants already half down. Today it’s a private club with a steel cage that practically purrs for trouble. He steps in first, drops his cock through the bars, and she drops to her knees to slurp him from below like candy on a stick. Next she’s the one inside and he’s flat on his back, tongue flat and greedy, licking every wet inch of her pussy pressed to the metal. He gets hoisted to the ceiling, feet dangling; she stands, lips stretched tight, throat working every inch while her fingers never stop rubbing. Then he slams her spine against the bars, spreads her cheeks, and pounds that eager hole till it squelches. Not done, they stumble to the couch, flipping and grinding through so many positions the cushions squeak protest. What filthy, shameless Canvases—they’re fucking lunatics. And Lady Muffin? Certified cock-hungry slut.