Double Danas Do It Deep: Vespoli is Obsessed with Dr. DeArmond's ASS

Dana Vespoli walks into her new therapist's office already twitching. One session and she's exposed: years of ass obsession, holes that won't quit, days spent chasing the next fist or plug. Dana DeArmond listens, nods, then calls it what it is: immersion therapy or nothing. Clothes hit the floor. DeArmond bends her over, slaps both cheeks red, then spreads them and drives her tongue straight up Vespoli's hole. Long, wet strokes make Vespoli shake. She pushes back, hungry, and DeArmond gives her more, tongue-fucking until spit runs down her thighs. Glass toys come out next. One after another, they sink past the ring and stay there, twisting, tugging, opening her wider each time. Vespoli's thighs tremble; when she comes it hits hard, her whole body jerking, asshole pulsing around the last thick bulb still lodged inside. DeArmond straps on the big cock and sinks it to the hilt. Vespoli's mouth hangs open, words gone, just grunts and the slap of skin while the shaft works her open. She begs to switch. DeArmond pulls out, drops to all fours. The long werewolf tongue slides in, slow then steady, inch by inch until DeArmond's eyes roll and her rim flutters, breathing in greedy gulps around the muscle filling her. Toys hit the floor. Both women fist each other in turn, knuckles disappearing past slick, shiny rings, stretching until nothing is left but raw, red, perfect gapes and the sound of women who finally got exactly what their holes demanded.