Proxy's Prolapse & Rosebud Compilation

Her asshole opened like a mouth. Pale skin stretched taut around someone's fist, the deep rose of her insides flexing with each push. Between them, the women moved in tight little clusters, hands, mouths, tongues in constant exchange. A dark-haired girl spread wide on all fours, cunt dripping down her thigh as another woman leaned in to suck her swollen clit. Three fingers pumping her asshole until the rim thinned and gave, shiny and trembling. She came hard, the hole clenching around nothing before blossoming open again, wet and red. Someone else watched and laughed softly before taking her turn, sliding two fingers inside the offered entrance and twisting until it bloomed even wider. Another girl's face buried between thighs, her tongue tracing the stretched rim in slow, deliberate strokes. Every thrust sent a wet sound through the room. Bodies shifted and changed places; one woman rimming, another fucking herself with three fingers while her friend kept her cheeks spread. They moved like people who knew exactly how to handle one another's holes. The noises were constant. Slaps, moans, the sticky suction when someone pulled out only to press in again.