Strip Poker: Three Anal Whores Go All In

Kimber Woods and Cheyenne Jewel sit naked, cards facedown, everything on the table but their pride. They bet their assholes. Aiden Starr deals one last hand, smiles when the cards land her way. She stands, grabs a handful of cheek and starts slapping—fast, mean slaps that leave bright red prints. The girls bend. She stuffs steel toys in, yanks them out, watches the rings of muscle flare open and stay open. Tongues come next; the losers lap spit off each other’s holes and off the dripping toys. Aiden pulls the long black slink from its bag, feeds the whole length up Cheyenne’s ass, then drags it back out for Kimber to gag on. Metal shines when the speculum pries Kimber wide; Aiden forces Cheyenne to hawk thick spit straight down that open tunnel. Fists replace toys. Two clenched hands sink past knuckles, wringing shaky moans from both women. When Cheyenne can’t stop shaking, Aiden shoves her down, greases the strap-on, and hammers her over Kimber’s upturned face. Kimber keeps her tongue out, catches every inch the second it slips free, licking the filthy shaft and the slick cum that leaks from Cheyenne’s wrecked hole. By the last thrust Cheyenne is dripping, Kimber swallowing every drop.