Amber Rayne And The Sarge

The Sarge sees Amber Rayne walk in and can’t stop staring at her ass. He’s wanted that tight little thing for months. He grabs it hard, squeezes, slaps, and sinks his fingers in deep like he owns it. She stays right where he puts her while he works her over with both hands. Then he fills her. She takes the enema without a word, hips quaking, body strung up in heavy rope, back arched. Sweat runs down her stomach while the water cramps her insides. He holds her open and watches her fight it. Every time she starts to shake he gives her another slap. She comes hard, legs kicking, breath breaking. He keeps the rope tight and lets her ride it until she can’t stay upright. Amber stays flexible, stays filthy, and keeps asking for more.