Double Anal Fisting

Ava Devine’s on her knees, shoulders pressed to the floor, ass offered up. A hand sinks past the knuckle, then another. Two fists now, working in rhythm, stretching her open until the muscle gives. She pushes back for more. The fists withdraw with a wet sound and she stays spread, hole twitching, pink and raw. A tongue drags across the entrance, slow and filthy, then a speculum slides in—cold metal parting her wider than seems possible. They crank it open until the inside walls gleam under the lights. Straps are buckled, harness tightened. A thick rubber cock is worked in next, sliding past the stretched ring with a steady push. She groans, takes every inch, then another, hole clinging and flexing around the shaft. When it pulls free the gape stays, a dark, open space framed by trembling flesh. The fists return, slide back inside, and the cycle starts again—stretch, lick, fuck, gape—until she’s nothing but a shaking, dripping mess.