Keisha Loves Misty

Keisha Grey has dreamed about it. Her first time getting taken in the ass. She picked Misty Stone for a reason—Misty moves like someone who already knows exactly where to touch, exactly when to push. Keisha spreads herself open, heart hammering, because she wants another woman to do it right. Misty rolls her hips and slides the strap-on in slow, then deeper, stretching that tight ring inch by careful inch until Keisha’s breath breaks. She pulls back and pushes again, steady rhythm, skin slapping against skin. Every thrust drags a raw sound out of Keisha’s throat, because she finally feels the pressure she’s craved—full, thick, relentless. Misty grips her hips and doesn’t let up, cock sliding in and out of the slick heat like it belongs there, claiming every inch until Keisha’s shaking and dripping. She keeps going, deeper, faster, making sure Keisha never forgets how good it feels to be opened like this.