The Art of Lesbian Anal: My Hole Hurts

Luna wakes up with her ass feeling like it got hit by a truck after last night. She's standing in the bathroom, spread wide, holding a vanity mirror trying to see if something's actually torn back there. Making those weird little "ow, fuck" noises. Carter hears the drama from downstairs and bounds up the steps like someone's dying. She catches Luna bent over, cheeks spread, and Luna freaks—grabs her robe, nearly face-plants trying to cover up. But Carter's too nosy, keeps prying until the story comes out. Next thing you know they're in the bedroom, Luna face-down, ass up like she's at the doctor's. Carter stares and says she doesn't see shit wrong. "Can I feel inside?" she offers. Luna swallows her pride and nods—spreads those cheeks and lets Carter slide an oiled finger in. That finger's gentle but it hits the right spot; Luna starts getting wet, rubs her clit while Carter works deeper. Carter leans in, tongue on her asshole now, pumping that hole till Luna bites the pillow and moans she's cumming. One orgasm down, Carter buries her face and works Luna's clit till she shudders again. Luna flips over, breathing hard, asks Carter to strip so she doesn't feel so naked. Carter peels off and climbs on—sits her wet pussy on Luna's face while two fingers still fuck her ass. Luna licks, sucks, drinks her in until Carter's trembling and cums right on her tongue. Then Luna takes control—has Carter on all fours, tongue-fucking her tight rim while slick fingers stroke her slick lips from behind. One second later Carter turns the tables, pins Luna down, sucks her clit like she's starving and pounds that swollen g-spot with a hard two-finger rhythm until Luna squirts all over her mouth, legs shaking.