Anal Fisting Mason

Mason Moore walks into trouble the second Roxanne Hall and James Deen surround her. Roxanne’s fist sinks straight up her ass in one savage push, and Mason groans through it. The stretch is brutal, but she opens. Fingers. Whole hand. Knuckles grinding past her ring until nothing’s left outside but wrist. Roxanne twists, pumps, pulls it halfway out just to ram it back in deeper while James feeds his cock into her mouth and Mason gags around him, spit spilling down her chin. When the fist comes free the gape stays, red and pulsing. James stuffs it next with a thick acrylic plug that catches the light every time he shoves it past the wrecked rim. He yanks it out, slams back in, then pulls again so the hole stays wide and quivering. Roxanne drops her weight, sits on Mason’s face, grinding until Mason’s tongue is buried and she can’t breathe. Every gasp is stolen between licks. James keeps pounding her open hole, rough and steady, swapping the plug for his fingers whenever he wants to feel how wide she’s getting. No slow build. Just relentless hands, tongue, cock, and toy working the same ruined ass until Mason’s shaking and the gape won’t close.