Anal Alimony

Alana Cruise has Tommy cornered in his own living room, and she thinks she’s won. She bought the house. She wants him back. He wants her gone. So when she spreads her legs on the couch and tells him to lick it like he used to, he drops down and gives her exactly that. Two fingers slide in deep while his tongue works her clit, and she starts moaning the same way she used to when they were married. He knows every sound she makes, every trick that makes her thighs shake. Then he stops. He ties her wrists, grabs the flogger, and starts laying into her while he tells her to back the fuck off. She writhes under the rope, begging for his cock instead. He gives it to her. Hard. He fucks her pussy first, then shoves it down her throat until spit runs down her chin and she’s gagging around every inch. He flips her onto all fours, thigh-highs still clinging to her legs, ass up, and keeps the rope tight. She takes his cock in her mouth again, then in both holes, one after the other, while he drives into her like he’s trying to erase every memory she has of this place. Finally he lays her on her back, legs spread wide, and goes to work. Zapper on her skin, hand around her throat, the other squeezing her tits while he slams into her pussy. Then he moves to her ass and pounds her until she’s coming so hard she can barely breathe. He shoves the lease between her teeth, pulls her into reverse cowgirl, and fucks her ass some more until he pulls out and paints her face with thick ropes of cum.