Anal Asylum

Rebecca More steps in. Latex snaps tight over her tits, blonde hair pulled back like a surgeon who means to cut deep. The guy in the jacket rocks like a busted metronome, eyes all over her chest. She doesn’t ask. She drops, drags the straitjacket open at the crotch, and goes straight to work—lips stretched wide, tongue swirling every inch. He jerks. She swallows him down until spit strings break on the floor. Then she spins, hikes the skirt, and drives her ass onto him. Slow at first, easing that fat head past her rim, then slamming back harder, heavy tits bouncing against the white jacket. Each thrust knocks another ragged moan loose from him. She keeps riding till his breath catches, till her hole clenches, till they’re both wrecked and dripping.