Extreme anal

Nikky Thorne had seen plenty, but Isabella still left her speechless. The woman's ass devoured anything thrust her way—slowly at first, then in one greedy gulp. She never wavered. Five fingers, a forearm, a thick dildo, whatever Nikky pressed against that slick, yielding hole disappeared without hesitation. The ring stretched, blossomed, sucked each new intruder deeper until flesh met knuckles and then swallowed past them. Every withdrawal left the opening glistening, open and hungry for whatever came next. Isabella arched into it, breath hitching, body already working to claim the next stretch, the next obscene depth. There was no threshold she wouldn’t cross, no pain she wouldn’t turn into pleasure, no limit to how far she would let her insides be rearranged.