Submissive Anal Strap-On

Lexi bends over, blonde hair falling forward, her small body taut. Whitney steps behind her with the strap-on already glistening. She rubs the head between Lexi’s cheeks, smearing slick across the tight ring, then presses forward in one steady thrust. Lexi’s back arches. Her ass swallows the silicone inch by inch until Whitney’s hips meet soft flesh with a sharp slap. Whitney doesn’t ease up. She sets a hard, rolling rhythm, pulling almost out and driving back in. Each stroke leaves Lexi’s hole stretched wide, shiny with lube. The gape pulses open every time the strap-on retreats, dark and slick. Whitney spreads her open with both hands and leans down, licking straight into the pink, quivering space she just vacated. Lexi moans, toes curling against the sheets. Whitney rises again, spits on the gape for good measure, and pushes back inside. Her pace turns feral, hips snapping, strap buried to the base. When she finally pulls out, the toy shines. She presses it to Lexi’s lips. Lexi parts them without hesitation, taking the length deep, tongue sliding over every trace she left behind.Whitney watches, breathing ragged, then flips her onto her back, lifts her knees to her chest, and sinks the strap back into that waiting, ruined hole.