Taking Leilani's Ass

Annie Cruz doesn’t waste time. She plants Leilani face-down, rips open her tiny shorts, and starts slapping that round ass until the flesh blushes. Every smack lands with purpose, Leilani’s breath hitching in the silence. Annie wets two fingers, pushes them in, and twists, opening her fast. She adds another, then her whole hand, fist pumping deep while Leilani moans into the pillow. Toys follow—thick, mean ones. Annie forces each one past the ring, fucks her open until the hole stays parted on its own, glistening and raw. Then the strap-on. Annie slams it in, hips pistoning, pounding Leilani’s ass until the cheeks clap against her thighs. Leilani’s stretched hole swallows it greedily, the pressure leaving her gasping. James Deen shows up hard and ready. He doesn’t ask. He pushes Leilani onto her back, spreads her legs wide, and drives his cock straight into that freshly gaping ass. Annie climbs over, fingers working Leilani’s front while James rails her from behind. Double penetration hits like a live wire. Leilani’s voice cracks between the two rhythms, both holes crammed full. Annie’s fingers and James’s cock trade places, one pulling out just long enough for the other to bury deeper. The stretch turns obscene, the gape obvious every time either of them withdraws. They keep at it until Leilani’s body trembles, wrecked and open, begging without words.