Miss Julia's Fangirl Fantasy: Innocent Avi Anally Dominated

Avi Love slips past security, heart hammering, and crashes into Julia Ann’s dressing room. The fan-girl fantasy becomes something far darker the moment Julia pushes her to her knees. Avi peels stockings from those high arches, sucking toe by toe, green eyes glassy with need. Julia’s fingers close around her throat, squeezing until breath comes in stolen gulps, then rips the rest of her clothes away. Avi lands belly-down across Julia’s lap. Heavy slaps land on bare cheeks; fingers spread her slick lips wide for inspection. Clamps bite onto puffy nipples, thighs redden under open-handed smacks, toes curl from wicked tickles. Each jolt makes Avi wetter. Two fingers sink in, twist, and her hips buck. A vibrator grinds against her clit until her body seizes and she comes shaking. Julia ties her to a chair, back bowed, panties shoved between Avi’s lips. Breath slowly cut off, Avi’s eyes flutter and roll. Freed at last for air, she’s smothered again—this time beneath Julia’s dripping cunt and ass. Julia rides her face, coming hard, while Avi fights the ropes and gasps for more. A strap-on appears. Julia sinks it into Avi’s greedy pussy first, stretching pink lips that cling to every thrust. Clamps tug, slaps sting, and Avi comes again, straining against the knots. Iron cuffs snap around her wrists and ankles. Julia fucks her deep, dragging filthy pleas from that innocent mouth, then aims lower. Avi’s tight little asshole opens around thick silicone, taking it inch by inch until she’s filled and pleading for more. Missionary, then doggy—Julia pounds the clenched hole while Avi thrashes, cumming over and over, eyes wild, body used and grateful.