He ground his hips flush against her backside. His dense, heavy sac smacked firmly against her swollen vaginal lips, providing a delicious double-friction.

"Aren’t you happy letting me fill your other hole too?"

"Yes—!" Nara choked on a breathless sob. "I am very happy—so happy—please ruin my ass—make me your anal slut—♡"

He rewarded her surrender by pulling back and slamming his pelvis forward like a piston.

PAH! PAH! PAAAH!

"HNGH~! OUNGH~!! HIEKK~!!!"

"AAANGHH~~!! NIEENGHHT~! HAAIYAANGH~!!"

"UUNGH~! M-MASTER~! TOO DEEP~!!"

Each brutal, hammering thrust sent shockwaves through her spine. The raw force of his impact made her torso jerk forward uncontrollably.

With every wet smack, her plush breasts swung in chaotic, heavy arcs. Her erect nipples grazed and bounced against her own collarbones, the tender flesh turning pink from the friction.

The soft curves of her ass flattened and rippled against his rigid thighs. Granules of sand coated her sweat-slicked shins as she was pushed inch by inch across the ground.

Gia and Celia remained anchored on their knees, a front-row audience to the savage claiming.

Both women shook like leaves, their own throbbing centers leaving glossy puddles in the sand. Soft whimpers escaped their lips as they watched Nara’s tightest secret get relentlessly stretched and conquered.

It was intoxicating. Their eyes drank down every illicit detail as they watched Nara get reshaped from the inside out.

Slowly, the two spectators rose from the sand.

They moved in, sandwiching Raven’s muscular torso between their heated, naked curves. Silky thighs tangled with his legs as they pressed flush against his ribs.

Gia’s massive, tanned breasts squished generously against his left side, while Celia’s perky mounds flattened against his right. Four hardened, pebble-like nipples rasped across his skin in a tantalizing massage.

Wet tongues flicked along the column of his neck. Soft lips trailed frantic kisses up his strong jawline.

"Master," Gia practically purred, her hot breath fanning his ear. "Taste my anal next. It’s much tighter than hers."

"I do yoga," Celia breathed from the other side, her hands mapping his chest. "I workout every day. My asshole is virgin and firm."

"Please, Master," Gia whined, bumping her wet slit against his thigh. "Punish my little hole instead. I’ll squeeze your cock so hard you’ll forget her."

They shamelessly auctioned their bodies off, a jealous competition to see who would be the next one broken.

An entire hour melted away into the dark.

Raven maintained a grueling, rhythmic pace. He didn’t slow his momentum. He offered no pauses.

What started as Nara’s pristine, unbreached passage had morphed into a raw, gaping sleeve. With every deep withdrawal, an inner ring of sensitive pink flesh prolapsed slightly, clinging stubbornly to the escaping meat.

He would plunge back in without an ounce of mercy. A messy mixture of tears, sweat, and snot ruined Nara’s beautiful face.

Her pale breasts continued their bruised, erratic pendulum swings. The tender, engorged nipples had turned an angry shade of cherry-red from the constant, abrasive bouncing.

Gathering his strength, he anchored his feet and delivered one final, spine-shaking snap of his hips.

PAAAH!

"HAIIIYYAANNGHH~!!"

Nara’s strength gave out. Her upper body collapsed forward into the sand in a breathless heap.

Behind her, the overused tunnel remained wide open. A dark, throbbing cavern of red, irritated flesh twitched helplessly against the cool ocean breeze, unable to close around the emptiness.

Even in defeat, her pelvis stayed hiked into the air, a mindless reflex begging for more.

Raven’s wet, imposing erection sprang free with a vulgar squelch. The angry, veined flesh was slicked with her natural oils, sporting a shiny coat of inner filth.

Pivoting his stance, his hand shot out with viper speed. He tangled his fingers deep into Celia’s silky hair.

He jerked her face down, forcing her nose mere inches from his dripping, unwashed head.

"She wasn’t even able to make me come," he taunted, his voice a low, gravelly rumble.

Celia’s eyes blew wide as saucers, her throat bobbing in a hard swallow.

"Master—I can—my trained hole will drain you—"

"Will you be?"

She had spent the last hour bragging about her tight anal, yoga-toned glutes, and workouts. Yet, confronted with the massive, soiled reality of his weapon, a cold hesitation locked her limbs in place.

Her front was practically sobbing with arousal, dripping steady drops of nectar. But her backdoor clamped shut in raw, instinctual terror.

Before she could stammer out another empty promise—

A warm, slender hand wrapped confidently around his thick crown.

Gia aggressively pressed her glorious, naked torso flat against Raven’s muscular chest. Her prominent nipples were stiff as diamonds, delicate green veins branching visibly beneath her smooth, caramel-toned skin.

A deep, feral flush crawled up her neck. Her eyes burned with an unhinged, ravenous hunger.

"Master."

With a sudden shove, she pushed his shoulders. Amused, Raven let himself fall back onto the soft, sandy floor, settling into a reclined position.

"You have been working hard for an hour," she purred, throwing a leg over his hips. "Let me jump, Master."

Gia confidently straddled his thighs.

Her tan, supple body practically glowed under the silvery moonlight. She gripped the base of his rigid pole with one hand, guiding the angle.

Her other palm rested flat against his pectoral for balance. As she leaned forward, her massive, gravity-defying breasts swayed in a heavy, mesmerizing rhythm.

Lowering her hips, she teasingly dragged her dripping, swollen slit all the way up his rigid length.

"Ungh—so wet—Master’s cock is burning hot—"

Coating his shaft with her thick, musky cream, she aligned the flared ridge of his glans directly against her own tight, puckered knot.

Gia’s eyes briefly widened in shock.

The stubborn little ring of flesh pushed back against the blunt intrusion. But slowly, with agonizing patience, it began to yield to the pressure.

She slowly sat.

The tight, unyielding star was forced to expand, stretching taut around the absurd circumference of his crown. The delicate pink folds indented sharply, surrendering their shape inch by inch.

A fresh stream of tears immediately tracked down her cheeks.

A wince of genuine pain twisted her beautiful features. Gritting her teeth, she bore down, her chest heaving so hard her engorged nipples throbbed in time with her heartbeat.

The tiny, forbidden threshold fluttered frantically before widening obscenely.

The anatomy looked physically impossible. A hole so small, so neatly wrinkled, was now being bullied open, blooming outward to accommodate a monster.

A thick, glossy sheen of her own pussy juice served as the only lubricant, making the descent bearable. Her anal lips dragged outward, clinging blindly to the foreign texture.

Raven kept his gaze locked on her face, analyzing the shift.

He drank in every subtle twitch of agony. Every trembling gasp. Every tear that hit his chest.

His cruel smirk returned, wider than before. Two strong hands clamped onto her curving waist like iron vises.

"Yours look tasty."

In one fluid motion, he drove his hips fiercely upward.

PAAAH!

"AAANGHH~~!!"

"NIEENGHHT~!"

"HAAIYAANGH~!!"

His massive pole rammed balls-deep into her tightest canal in a single, gut-wrenching strike.

The sheer upward momentum sent Gia’s heavy bust flying. The plush mounds smacked audibly against her own jawbone with a wet, fleshy slap.

Gravity quickly reclaimed her, swinging her pelvis back down until she was impaled fully on his pole.

Her eyes rolled back into her skull, only the whites showing. Her jaw went slack, mouth falling open in a drooling, mindless ahegao.

"Yeah—" Raven let out a deep, rumbling groan.

His thick cock began to pulse and throb with a furious rhythm.

"As I thought... it’s a high grade one."