Anal Assault: Fucked With a Giant Strap-on

Sadie Santana bends over and takes it deep. Isis Love works two fingers into her first, twisting, pushing. The hole gives way fast. Sadie grunts, fists the sheet, and Isis keeps going. Three fingers now, then the fourth, stretching her wide. Sadie’s breathing turns ragged. Isis curls her hand, sinks the thumb, and Sadie’s ass swallows her wrist up to the forearm. When the fist comes out, the hole stays open. A bright, wet gape pulses. Isis doesn’t let it close. She presses the blunt head of a fat black strap-on right against the loosened ring and drives the whole length in. Sadie’s shoulders jerk. Isis pulls back and slams again, harder. Every thrust makes the ring bloom and close, bloom and close, the muscles shiny and raw. Sadie pushes back to meet it, voice cracking on each stroke, until the room smells like sweat and lube and every slap of hips against ass fills the space like a dare.