Kenna & Vanna's Ultimate Anal Adventure

Kenna parts Vanna's ass cheeks and slides two fingers inside her tight ring. Vanna moans. She pushes back onto those slick digits as Kenna curls them deeper. Kenna leans forward and tastes the stretch around her fingers. Vanna reaches behind and grabs a handful of Kenna's hair, holding her right there while her own hips roll in greedy little circles. Sweat gleams between Vanna's shoulder blades. Kenna straightens, lines the head of the strap against that warm, pulsing hole, then feeds the toy forward in a slow, relentless push. Vanna groans louder, thighs trembling as every thick inch sinks past her rim and fills her completely. Kenna starts fucking her with steady strokes, one hand gripping Vanna's hip, the other reaching beneath to thumb her swollen clit. The headboard thuds against the wall each time Kenna bottoms out. Vanna bites the pillow, voice breaking into sharp cries that spike higher every time the strap presses against her prostate. Kenna slows the pace, drags the toy out until only the crown stays inside, then snaps forward again, grinding her pelvis against Vanna's ass so the thick base rubs her own clit. They move together like that for long minutes, rhythm loud and slick, bodies shining with sweat, the only sounds skin slapping, harness creaking, Vanna begging please, please, please as Kenna drives in harder and Vanna finally comes hard around the toy, ass clenching in rhythmic pulses that drag Kenna over the edge right after.