Anal Queen Aline

Aline’s big tits strain against the rope that pins her to the bed. She says she’s sick of vanilla and wants something that hurts. Steven tells her the only way in is through her ass. The promise makes her smile like she just got a gift she didn’t dare ask for. Once the blindfold drops and the cuffs click, she stops thinking. He pushes lube and cock into her tight hole in one slow thrust. She gasps, then pushes back for more. He works her with long strokes, then short, grinding ones that make her beg without words. Every time she edges close he stops, edges her again, forces her to beg louder. She takes every inch he gives and keeps her mouth open whenever he feeds it to her. He trains her pain threshold inch by inch, slapping her ass, pinching nipples, never letting the rhythm break until she’s shaking. When he finally lets himself go, he fucks her like the hole belongs to him and she comes hard enough to see black. She swallows the load he shoots down her throat without a single complaint.