Dana Dearmond gets her fist , foot and big dick in Leya's ass.

Dana finds her canvas spread and waiting. She starts slow—one finger testing, then two, stretching that tight hole until it gives. Three fingers slide in deep. She twists her wrist and pushes harder. Her knuckles press against the rim, then sink past it. Her whole fist disappears inside Leya, buried to the wrist while the ring squeezes and fights to hold her. Dana doesn’t stop. She works her arm, feeling the heat and grip around her hand. Leya’s ass opens wider with every thrust. The gape comes quick after that, pink and shiny, pulsing from the stretch. Dana stands, lines up her foot, and presses the sole flat against the loosened hole. She pushes until her heel slips inside, toes curling deeper with each grind. Leya moans louder. Dana pulls back, grabs the thick strap-on, and rams it straight into the open space her fist left behind. The big dick disappears inch by inch, stretching the same hole wider, pounding it open with every thrust until the gape is raw and slick and impossible to hide.