Her 1st Anal Strapon

Chanel Preston and Scarlett Sage stretch out across the silk sheets. They study each other in silence, then Chanel slips the harness around her hips and guides the thick silicone between Scarlett’s cheeks. She works in slowly, watching Scarlett’s mouth part at the stretch. Once she’s seated, Chanel sets a steady rhythm—deep, controlled—while Scarlett fists the linen and answers with low, filthy moans. They turn and shift. Scarlett climbs on top, takes the shaft again, and rides it with quick snaps of her hips. The room fills with the sound of slick skin and leather creaking. Chanel’s fingers bite into her waist, urging her lower until the tip strokes something that makes Scarlett’s thighs tremble. On their sides, face to face, Chanel keeps the angle narrow and intense. Their breasts slide together. Sweat builds between them. Every thrust shoves Scarlett farther into the mattress until her breath catches in sharp gasps. Scarlett comes first. She clamps down hard, a strangled cry tearing loose. The contraction drags Chanel over the edge too; her muscles tighten and the harness grinds against her clit until she shudders through it. They stay locked, twitching, breaths tangled, hips still twitching in small aftershocks while the silicone slowly slips free.