Lauren Phillips is Chanel Preston's Little Anal Whore

Lauren Phillips stands dead center in the bare room, her long legs locked in place, her bare body catching the cold light. A steel cage cages her face. A metal collar clamps it shut. Chanel Preston steps into the shot wearing black latex that clings like paint and heels that click loud as gunshots. A riding crop hangs from her fist. She makes Lauren dance ballet in that cage, then raises the crop and strikes the pale flesh until it blushes. Between smacks she tells her she’s turning her into her private anal whore and every thrust of her fingers will prove it. One finger sinks past the ring, then two, working the tight muscle open. Chanel pulls an acrylic plug from her kit and starts popping it in and out, stretching Lauren wider each time. When the toy comes out glistening she slides it straight between Lauren’s lips so she can taste her own ass. The cage comes off. Lauren is bent over a leather saw-horse. Chanel straps on a thick dildo, lines it up, and drives it deep, fucking her until the hole stays open, pulsing around nothing. She flips Lauren onto her back, legs wide. A clear glass pillar slides into the stretched hole, turning it into a pink window. Lauren presses a Hitachi to her clit and shakes apart with the glass still buried inside her. Chanel spreads her own legs and orders Lauren down. Lauren tongues Chanel’s ass while Chanel works the vibrator on her pussy. When she pushes a glass plug into herself, the orgasm hits fast and hard, her toes flexing under Lauren’s mouth.