Jenna's Anal Plaything

Jenna Sativa perches on a wooden crate in a tight black minidress and snaps her fingers. Across the room Casey Calvert waits on all fours, bare skin gleaming, collar tight around her throat, the leash dangling loose. Jenna says the deal is simple: Casey exists for her pleasure, nothing else. Then Jenna yanks the leash and buries Casey’s face between her cheeks. A sharp slap lands on Casey’s ass; Jenna hands her the fat dildo, orders her to slide it inside Jenna’s ass and make her come. Casey works the toy in and out, thick and slick. Jenna mashes the Hitachi to her own clit, hips bucking until she shudders, breath ripped from her throat. She kicks Casey’s head to the floor and reaches for the heavy double-ended metal plug. One fat bulb stretches Casey open; Jenna jerks it free, watches the ring stay wide, then rams the bigger end back in, forcing the gape wider. Casey’s fingers claw at the boards. Jenna drops onto Casey’s face, grinds down, and drives a pink dildo deep into that open hole while her free hand works Casey’s clit. Toes curl, thighs quake; Casey comes once, hard. Jenna doesn’t stop. She grabs another dildo, pushes both toys into the same slick chute, filling her until the stretch looks impossible, and Casey convulses again. When Jenna straps on the thick cock, the pace turns brutal—short, mean thrusts that hammer straight to the guts. Casey gasps, drools, takes every inch. Jenna flips her onto her back, spreads her legs wide, and eases the long, clear glass pillar inside. Light catches on the walls of Casey’s pink tunnel; every fold shows. Next comes the chrome ball—Jenna sinks it deep, makes Casey push it out slow, then stuffs it back in with a wet pop. For the finish, Jenna folds her fingers and sinks her whole fist up Casey’s ass. The vibrator hums against Casey’s swollen clit; her back arches off the floor, a raw, helpless moan tearing loose as the orgasm rips through her.