The Art of Lesbian Anal: My Hole Hurts

Luna's asshole aches after taking Carter's strap all night. In the bathroom she angles a mirror between her spread cheeks, making soft worried sounds. Carter hears her the moment she walks in and climbs the stairs. Luna startles, drops the mirror, grabs a robe too late. Carter keeps asking what happened until Luna admits the truth, cheeks burning. They move to the bedroom. Luna settles facedown, robe tossed aside, oil-slicked ass lifted. Carter kneels close, spreads her, sees nothing wrong on the outside. “Want me to check inside?” she asks. Luna hesitates, then nods. Carter slicks a finger with coconut oil and pushes slowly past the tight ring. Luna gasps and starts rubbing her clit without thinking. Carter watches, then leans in and licks the stretched rim while she pumps. Luna comes hard, hips shaking. Carter keeps her tongue buried and works Luna's clit again; another quick orgasm rips through her. Luna rolls onto her back, catches her breath, and tells Carter to strip. Carter peels off every piece of clothing, then crawls between Luna's thighs. She fingers her asshole deeper while licking the swollen pink folds above it. Luna moans and grabs Carter's hips, pulling her up until Carter straddles her face. Luna's tongue works fast and sure. Carter's thighs quiver; she grinds down and comes into Luna's open mouth. She barely catches her breath before Luna rolls her onto all fours, tongue-fucks her asshole from behind, fingers slick with her own wetness dragging along Carter's seam. Carter flips them both. She plants her mouth over Luna's pussy and drives two fingers deep into her butt, curling, thrusting, until Luna squirts hard, soaking Carter's chin.