Lena’s not holding back. Wrists locked in those silver chains, legs spread wide for the younger guy pounding into her from behind. Ass red and raw from earlier slaps—now he’s got his hands under her hips, fucking up so hard the headboard rattles. Then she turns over, flips him onto his back with one practiced shove, straddling that cock like it belongs to someone else entirely. Cumload comes fast—thick ropes shooting across her chest before she even finishes swallowing what drips down his chin. Messy as hell: lipstick smeared where tears mix with sweat, mascara streaked down her cheeks like war paint.