Turning Her Out: Vanessa Sky Uses Hazel Moore’s Asshole

Hazel stands bound in the dungeon, glass plug glinting between her cheeks, her body offered up for whatever Vanessa decides. Vanessa slides in close, wraps a hand around Hazel’s throat, squeezes until the breath hitches. She toys with her, open-hand slaps on tits and ass that echo off concrete walls, then spanks until the skin blooms red. Hazel stays quiet, waiting. Later she’s on all fours over a padded box, wrists and ankles cinched tight. Vanessa swaps the plug for thicker toys mounted on rods, working them in deep, twisting, pulling them free to watch Hazel’s hole flutter open, then pushing right back in. Each thrust widens her more, the stretch slick and shiny. When Vanessa’s satisfied with the view, she strips down, spreads herself in front of Hazel’s face, and gives low, exact orders: tongue first, then fingers, then the plug—how deep, how fast, how hard. Hazel listens, obeys, working her mistress’s ass until Vanessa’s breathing roughens and the power between them flips for the moment.