Sarah moaned long and low, head falling back, cap slipping further. "Oh god… even just the tip feels huge… stretching my dirty little ring… burning so good…" She clenched deliberately—her asshole pulsing around the head in slow, rhythmic waves—milking it without mercy.
"Feel that? My nasty ass hugging just the head… squeezing… not letting you deeper… making you ache so bad you can't think straight…"
She rocked in tiny, cruel circles—barely moving, just enough to rub the flared ridge against her sensitive inner walls. Each tiny shift sent fresh sparks through me; pre-cum leaked steadily from the slit, dribbling down inside her, adding to the slick heat.
The phone stayed steady in her hand—camera capturing everything: the way her cheeks trembled around my cock, the obscene shine of our combined mess, my helpless twitches, the way her asshole winked and clenched visibly around the buried tip.
