An Anal Session For Maddie

Maddie Wren arches her back on the carpet, backdoor winking like it already knows the game. Vince Karter, heavy and twitching, lines up. She grabs her cheeks, pulls them wide, stretches the ring open, then snaps it shut again with a cheeky grin. Vince chuckles, thumbs tracing the warm skin. He presses the blunt head against her opening; it resists, then swallows, inch after burning inch. Maddie’s breath hitches. Every slow rock forward sends ripples up her thighs. She rocks back hard, taking him deeper, twisting to watch over her shoulder. Sweat beads on Vince’s stomach. He slaps one cheek, holds the sting, and pushes until his balls kiss her. Maddie gasps, laughs, and wriggles, greedy for more every time he slips out and slides home again.