Anal Training of Koks

Koks is tall, dark-haired and striking. She tells it straight: normal fucking only gets her halfway there. She needs the deep, trembling pressure that only a cock in her ass can give. She craves the stretch, the burn, the slow surrender of a tight hole forced open wider and wider. Each thrust drags her open until her rim is flushed and slack, shining with spit and lube, clinging to every inch that fills her. When the pace quickens she starts to gasp, knees buckling, as the muscle gives way and a dark, empty gape blooms in place of the closed ring. Her moans get lower, throatier, and her back arches like she’s been waiting all day for that exact moment of raw, filthy fullness.