Charlotte Sartre: Anal Fisting Exhibition

Charlotte works her hole open for you. She drives her fist deep and pulls it out again, leaving a wide gape that twitches under the light. The slick sounds of each thrust fill the room, wet and sharp. She looks straight at you between breaths, telling you to get over here, to take what she’s warmed up. Sweat and lube run down her thigh. Her voice cracks when she begs you to use every inch she’s loosened.