Anal Criminal Minds

Ariel X works the room like it’s a crime scene and Leya Falcon’s her prime suspect. She’s heard the rumors—Leya gets off on having her ass opened, so Ariel starts at the source. She drops to her knees, spreads those cheeks, and drags her tongue slow over Leya’s tight hole, breathing deep, letting the heat hit her like evidence. One finger slips inside, then two, then four, stretching the ring until it gives. Leya’s moans bounce off the walls, but the only confession is the wet sound of her hole swallowing Ariel’s fist. Knuckles vanish; Ariel feels the squeeze past the second ring, knuckles dragging over that sweet inner spot until Leya shakes and comes hard enough to drip down Ariel’s wrist. Still nothing verbal, so Ariel grabs the two-foot slink, feeds it inch by inch until only the handle shows. Leya’s hole stays hungry. The tables turn fast. Ariel ends up buckling a monster strap-on to her hips, driving it home until Leya’s eyes roll back and drool hits the floor. Then Ariel plants her own thick ass right on Leya’s face, grinding until that criminal tongue is buried deep. When even that doesn’t crack her, Ariel pries a cold speculum into the wrecked gape, clicks it wider, and shines a light straight up the tunnel like she’s finally going to read the truth off Leya’s guts.