Lesbian Anal POV #02, Scene #04

Dana watched the voluptuous figure unfold in front of her, her stare thick with hunger. Lisa peeled away her top and displayed breasts too heavy for her tiny frame, then turned, presenting that weighty ass for inspection. Heat pooled low in Dana’s belly. She eased Lisa onto all fours and slicked cold steel against her star, twisting the speculum open. Metal yawned Lisa’s ring wider, air tingling over flushed, helpless pink. One tool after another disappeared inside—rubber heads, bulbs, thick shafts—each withdrawal leaving the hole slack and twitching. For the camera’s benefit Lisa clenched and released, showing everything Dana had taught her. She took the offered silicone cock between her lips, spit-streaked, then climbed aboard. Dana kept the shot tight on the plunge as Lisa’s rim devoured length after length in greedy strokes. Flesh slapped; sweat glistened. She rocked harder, owning the brutal rhythm until both women forgot there was a lens anywhere near them.