Sphincter Play, Mature MILF's Adventure

Ладе было 55 лет она была очень крупной женщиной и одинокой но она любила растягивать свой анус огромной попы

Lada spread her thick thighs wider, the weight of her ample body sinking into the worn couch. At 55, she knew exactly what she wanted—no man had ever satisfied her like the heavy, slick toys lined up on the coffee table. Tonight’s choice? A monstrous silicone plug, thick as her wrist, glistening with lube. She worked two fingers into her ass first, groaning at the familiar stretch. The burn was delicious, but she craved more. More pressure. More fullness. Her other hand slid between her legs, her cunt already soaked just from anticipation. The plug’s tapered tip pressed against her hole, and she exhaled sharply, arching her back. "Fuck—yes," she hissed, pushing back against it. The stretch burned, but she didn’t stop, her fingers digging into her own flesh as she forced herself open inch by inch. The thickest part made her gasp, her body trembling—but she took it. All of it. Her hips rocked, grinding the base against her cheeks as the sheer size of the toy lit up every nerve. Alone, but far from unsatisfied.

The plug sat buried deep, stretching her to the limit—but Lada wasn’t done yet. With shaky fingers, she grabbed the pump attached to its base, her breath ragged as she gave it a slow, deliberate squeeze. Air hissed into the inflatable bulb inside her, expanding it further. A sharp moan tore from her throat as the pressure mounted, her rim fluttering around the intrusion. Every pump stretched her tighter, the dull ache blooming into something hotter, more urgent. Her free hand slid down again, fingers working her clit in rough circles as her hips jerked involuntarily. "Еще..." she gasped, squeezing the pump again. The swollen toy pressed against her walls, filling her impossibly fuller. Her thighs trembled, sweat slicking her folds as pleasure coiled tight in her belly. Each shallow thrust of the bloated plug sent sparks up her spine—she was so close, so fucking stretched, so *full*. One more pump. Her back arched off the couch, a choked cry escaping as the pressure tipped her over the edge.

The pressure was unbearable—divine. Lada’s belly tightened, a visible swell forming just below her navel as the inflated plug stretched her to impossible new limits. She dragged her free hand over the taut curve, groaning at the way her own flesh resisted under her fingertips. “Боже… да,” she panted, hips rolling in slow, grinding circles as the toy shifted inside her. Every movement sent fresh waves of heat through her core, her clit throbbing under her frantic fingers. Her cunt pulsed, slick coating her thighs, but her focus stayed locked on the brutal fullness in her ass—each breath making her stomach rise and fall against the pressure. She pumped it one last time, just a fraction more, and gasped as her walls clenched around the unforgiving girth. The stretch was almost too much—almost. Her climax hit like a shockwave, her whole body seizing as pleasure tore through her. She slumped back, spent, the weight of the plug still pressing insistently against her swollen belly.

Her fingers traced the slight swell of her stomach, pressing down just enough to feel the hard outline of the plug beneath her skin. A desperate whimper escaped her lips as the pressure sent a fresh jolt of electricity through her—still sensitive, still throbbing from her last climax. “Так… туго,” she muttered, grinding back against the intrusion, savoring the way it made her belly tighten. Her other hand slid lower, fingertips digging into her clit before dragging through the mess of slick between her thighs. She could feel it—the way the inflated bulb dominated her insides, pressing against every sensitive spot. Panting, she gave the pump another slow squeeze, just to hear the soft hiss of air, just to feel the stretch deepen. Her abdomen tensed, the outline of the toy more pronounced now, her body struggling to accommodate the girth. With a sharp gasp, she spread her legs wider, thrusting her hips up as her fingers worked faster—chasing the next wave, the next brutal peak. Her cunt clenched around nothing, greedy and empty, but the real pleasure came from the relentless fullness in her ass, the way her belly quivered under her touch.

Her palm ground down harder, fingers splayed wide over the aching swell of her stomach—every shift of her hips made the plug’s rigid shape press back, a brutal counterpoint to the desperate circles she rubbed into her clit. *"Ещё,"* she hissed, arching off the bed as she gave the pump another vicious squeeze. The hiss of air was lost under her ragged moan, her body jerking as the bulb inside her expanded further, stretching her ass to a dizzying tightness. She could *see* the outline now—her belly distending slightly with each breath, the toy’s presence undeniable. Her thighs trembled, slick with sweat and her own arousal. Two fingers plunged into her cunt, fucking in shallow, frantic strokes while her other hand never stopped pressing, *demanding* the plug shift just right—there—**there—** A broken cry tore from her throat as her back bowed off the mattress. The pressure was everywhere: her ass stuffed to the brink, her womb throbbing empty and desperate, her clit swollen under her punishing touch. She came with a sob, muscles clamping down on nothing, on *everything*, her stomach quivering under her palm as the toy held her open, unrelenting. Panting, she released the pump—just a fraction—just enough to feel the slow, torturous deflation, the way her body clung to the invading girth as it reluctantly shrank. Her fingers were still inside her, still working, because one climax wasn’t enough. Not when she could *feel* it all. Она опустила голову на подушку, смесь пота и слюны блестела на её подбородке, когда она снова нажала на помпу.