Jessa Jordan and King Noire both have thrill seeking personalities and love having sex in public spaces. That fetish for exhibitionism has led them to a high rise condo with a wall of floor to ceiling windows in New Jersey owned reality show star I am Jonathan. It all starts with a sexy photo shoot captured by Rochelle Clinton. As the tension builds for all of the onlookers the performers only get more turned on knowing that all eyes are on them both inside and outside of the condo. With the view of New York City and the Hudson River as the backdrop Jessa sits statuesque for the world to praise. King starts using the bandanna covering his face like a feather to tease Jessa's inner thighs. As he removes the barrier keeping him from his desire they both let out a moan as he tastes her. A lick. A kiss. And as he begins sucking her clit with the hunger of a wolf on the hunt her body flexes to accept the pleasure she yearns for. He licks up every drop as his cock gets harder and harder with her pleasure. He enters her with purpose and she receives his strokes with winds of her hips and legs on his shoulders. As the sun hits their bodies feeding them light and contributing to the sweat building up from their passion, they bring one another exhibitionist bliss up against the windows and climax for the world to see.

Cheyenne is a total badass. She's strong and determined, and nobody fucks with her, unless she wants it. And today she wants to suffer in bondage. She begins on her knees, on top of a box, bound with leather straps, her hands in leather cuffs, and her ankles locked in steel traps. The Pope enters with his flogger, and starts the assault on her flesh with such force that it quickly turns her skin a bright red. Every time he inflicts pain on Cheyenne, she flexes her muscular body and shows us her exquisite definition. She is finally rewarded with multiple orgasms that have her flexing all over again. Next, Cheyenne is put face-down and ass-up, with her wrists and ankles locked in steel shackles that render her completely helpless. This time the implement of torment is a riding crop, and every visible inch of her skin is abused. She may have lots of muscle, but that doesn't mean The Pope can't find a weak spot to prey on.