Missy Martinez, Anal Rebel ASSault

Private Missy Martinez got grabbed three months back on a scouting run. Now America’s best Recovery Special Agent, Lily Lane, hacks her way through jungle vines and finds the soldier lashed to a tree with ropes and chains. Lily cuts her loose, but the woman who stands up isn’t the same one who disappeared. The resistance spent twelve straight weeks prying Missy’s ass wide open—tongues, fingers, cocks, whatever they had—until she started believing their gospel: that only anal surrender wins the war. Now Missy wants to recruit Lily. Lily plays along. She drops her pants, spreads, and lets Missy’s tongue dive in, wet and hungry. She moans like a convert while Missy works tongue and fingers deep, but the second Missy’s guard drops, Lily snaps the cuffs on and flips the script. She bends the turned soldier over a fallen log, greases up the biggest toys she packed, and starts stretching the hole the resistance spent months training. Thick shafts disappear one after another; Missy’s never felt anything like the two-foot slink Lily forces in, inch by shiny inch, until only a few rings remain outside her wrecked ring. Then Lily balls her fist and sinks every finger past the knuckles, wrist-deep in that sloppy, pulsing chute. Missy howls, takes it, and Lily just keeps pushing. When the toys have done their work, Lily straps on a thick, black dildo, mounts Missy’s upturned ass, and pounds her until the traitor’s whole body shakes with orgasm after orgasm. By the time Lily yanks out, Missy’s panting, drooling, and swearing loyalty back to the red, white, and blue.