Anal Fisting, Massive Gapes, and Squirting: Charlie Forde and Katrina Colt

Charlie Forde means business. Katrina Colt is on all fours, ass up, and Charlie isn’t here to waste time. She grabs a fat metal plug, lines it up, and sinks it straight into Katrina’s hole. The stretch pulls Katrina wide open—slick, pink, and twitching. Charlie works it in deeper, yanks it out, and leaves a raw, gaping ring behind. Katrina moans, hips rocking like she’s begging for more. Next comes the fist. Charlie pours lube over her knuckles, wedges them past the rim, and shoves all the way in. Katrina’s whole body shudders. One thrust and her cunt starts pulsing; a second later she’s coming so hard she sprays the floor. Charlie doesn’t stop. She keeps her fist buried, twisting it, owning the stretch. Then the strap. Thick silicone cock, slick and merciless. Charlie fucks Katrina’s ruined ass until the girl’s screaming again, every thrust pulling another gape and another squirt. When the toy comes out, her hole stays open, twitching around nothing. Now it’s Charlie’s turn. She plants Katrina in front of her, spreads, and feeds the girl the slink. The long, smooth rod disappears inch by inch until Charlie’s shaking and squirming, full to the hilt. She comes with a sharp cry, hole clenching around the invader. After the slink slides free, Charlie shoves her own fist inside, then stuffs dildos and finally a wadded pair of panties up her stretched hole. She squirts hard, mess splattering the floor, breath ragged, hole wrecked and leaking. Katrina just watches, hungry, already hungry for another round.