Nahtanha

Natanha lies strapped to the table, legs pinned wide in a perfect split. A steel probe pushes into her ass, slow at first, then deeper, spreading her open. Her mouth parts, eyes squeeze shut, breath hitches. A finger slides down, presses between her folds, rubbing hard circles until her hips jerk. She keeps the split, quads shaking, and the machine never slows. Every time the dildo pulls back, her hole clenches around nothing before the next thrust drives in again. Sweat beads on her skin, her nipples tighten, and a soft curse slips out when the finger dips inside her cunt, matching the steady rhythm behind her.