Anal Haunting

Tara's wrists are locked behind her. Bobbi shoves her into the open coffin and slams the lid. Hours later the casket pops. Bobbi pulls the girl out like she owns her and bends her over the first hard surface. Steel dildos slide in one after another, cold and unrelenting, until the hole starts to loosen. She pushes an anal speculum next and ratchets it open, forcing Tara’s pink ring to gape wide under the lights. The pump follows. Tara watches her own ass swell around the inflating toy, the pucker stretched thin and shiny. Bobbi’s tongue finds the stretched edges, licking and biting while the muscle throbs. She follows the tongue with a thick strap-on, hips snapping hard, each thrust shoving Tara’s belly against the wood. Every slap lands on the same red print. Tara grits her teeth, panting, but the real cock comes last. Bobbi’s partner steps in and sinks balls-deep in one stroke. The shaft pistons without mercy, dragging the hole wider with every pull until Tara’s ass is a wet, swollen ring clinging to every inch.