Anal Ecstasy

Cherry Kiss gets exactly what she asked for: tied up, ass spread, and no say in what comes next. She stands bent forward, wrists yanked back, neck lashed to the bar that keeps her legs wide. Tommy Pistol walks up, handprints her ass, then drags his tongue over her asshole before shoving his cock down her throat. Every time she gasps he squeezes her neck, then switches to her cunt, fingers buried in her ass until she gushes down his wrist. Next she’s locked tight on the wooden box. Tommy drops to his knees, works his tongue deeper, spits on her pussy, and lays the flogger across her skin until it burns. He fucks her in both holes, pulls out only so she can taste herself on him, then slams back in. Finally she’s on her back, ankles strapped wide, vibrator pressed hard while his cock stretches her ass. Her eyes lose focus, her thighs shake, and when she breaks he empties hot ropes across her soaked cunt.