Alana Cruise is an Anal House Pet

Francesca Le walks in from a long day, suit skirt swaying, and finds her little house pet exactly where she left her. Alana Cruise kneels naked in the middle of the living room, arms bound behind her back with rough rope, brown hair spilling loose over her shoulders. A jeweled plug gleams between her cheeks. Francesca smiles. She likes coming home to obedience. A firm smack lands on Alana’s upturned ass. The pet shudders and pushes back, greedy for more. Every spank draws a whimper and a roll of those hips, and Francesca keeps the rhythm steady, her palm hot. She toys with the plug, twisting it, tugging it, until the pressure builds too high and the jeweled plug pops free with a soft, wet sound. Francesca laughs low and stuffs it straight back in, only to spank harder. Another pop. Another plug. She works the toy in and out while the slaps keep coming, turning pale skin pink. Enough play. Time to test what the new pet can really take. Francesca slicks her fingers and presses four into Alana’s hole, stretching her slow, steady, then adds the thumb and eases the whole hand inside. Alana moans, breathing ragged, until she shakes her head. Francesca eases back, admiring the gape left behind. Next comes the long, thin slink. Inch by inch it disappears until Alana calls mercy, voice hoarse. Francesca grants it with a kiss on the small of her back, then strips off her skirt and lowers her own bare ass over Alana’s face. The pet licks and sniffs like she was born for it, tongue working until Francesca shudders and comes. Still dripping, Francesca straps on the thick cock, grabs Alana by the rope harness and her hair, and drives deep. The strokes are steady, punishing, pushing Alana’s nearly-virgin hole to its limit. The slap of hips fills the room until Francesca’s satisfied. She wipes sweat from her brow, unties nothing, and leaves Alana bound, raw, and waiting for next time.