Anal House Slave Teaches Anikka Albrite to Service Cock

Darling has Anikka on her knees. The blonde is shaking, tits out, nipples tight, staring at the man in the chair like he might bite. Darling stays behind her, voice low, hands firm. One palm between Anikka’s shoulders, the other gripping her hip. “Back straight,” she says. Anikka obeys, spine arching, ass lifted. Darling spreads her open. Two fingers work the hole—slow circles, then deeper, stretching her. Anikka gasps. Darling doesn’t stop. She pushes Anikka’s face toward the waiting cock. “Open. No teeth.” The head slips past her lips. Darling holds her there, counting under her breath. When Anikka gags, Darling pulls her back just enough to breathe, then feeds her forward again. Spit runs down Anikka’s chin. Darling’s thumb stays buried in her ass, twisting, keeping time. The man grips the arms of the chair. Anikka’s eyes water. Darling leans in, lips at her ear: “Swallow every inch or I’ll make it worse.” Anikka nods, throat working. Darling keeps her steady, driving her deeper, using her like the tool she is.