Anal Verified #02, Scene #03

Valentina Nappi sits in garters and fishnets, stilettos tight on her feet. Big tits on display, pussy shaved slick, that giant ass spread and flashing the pink wink of her asshole. She plants herself on Chris Strokes’ face and rides his tongue, ass rolling, while his hand keeps up the desperate rhythm on his cock. Soon she flips around and takes him deep down her throat, mouths locked sixty-nine, spit and noise and need. He pushes inside her wet cunt first—hard, thick, sliding all the way—then the toys come out: one glass, one steel. Two holes filled at once, her face tight with the stretch. When he yanks the plug free and sinks his cock into her ass, the slop from ass-to-mouth coats her tits, sliding over curves already streaked with spit. He grabs her cheeks like handles, pounding till the ring stays open, a slick, dark gape between each thrust. She climbs on top, rides like the room owes her pleasure, hips snapping so her ass bounces wild. Eyes tearing, she swallows him down again, the taste filthy on her tongue. More drilling, faster, deeper, until he drags out and paints her from lips to nipples with thick white streaks.