Strap On Anal Lesbians

Nicki Hunter looks lethal in black latex. Dee Siren dangles by the wrists, wrists wrapped in cuffs, tits wobbling. Nicki plants her palm on Dee’s pale ass—once, then harder—skin jumping, red blooming under every slap. "You take what I give you," Nicki murmurs, lips at Dee’s ear, and Dee shivers at the rasp of her voice. The glossy monster dildo swings between Nicki’s hips, thick, black, mean. Nicki squeezes clear oil straight onto Dee’s round cheeks, spreads it slow with both hands, pushes the blunt head of the strap-on into the warm cleft and drags it up and down. She cups Dee’s tits, thumbs worrying the nipples until they stiffen. Down on her knees, Dee presents ass high, cheek pressed to the floor. Nicki kneels behind her, spreads her wide, tongue flicking wet circles over the tight, dark pucker, then rising to spear Dee’s cunt, then sliding higher again to take the ass itself. When Dee’s open and dripping, Nicki guides the cock home and fucks her—steady, brutal strokes filling her pussy, stretching her ass, leaving both holes gleaming. Still not enough; Nicki grabs the vacuum pump, seals the clear cup over Dee’s puffy cunt and pumps until the flesh swells, dark pink and shiny. She does the same to Dee’s loose, reddened anus—tissues puff outward, a slick red bulb pulsing in the air. Nicki watches the swollen flesh throb and gives one more slow pump, fingers working the rim like she owns it. The latex creaks as Dee pushes back for more.