My Red Nails Spread My Ass for a Metal Hook

She knows exactly what she's doing to you. Her long red nails spread her cheeks so slowly, the curve of that metal hook glints in the light. Her hand moves with a rhythm that makes your breath catch, the sound of her skin and the toy echoing through your mind.

Her hips shift slightly as she takes it deeper, her fingers gripping the base, pulling it out just a little before pushing it back in. The way she spreads herself open, exposing everything, makes your pulse quicken. You can almost feel the cool metal against her warm skin as she adjusts its angle, her left hand pulling her cheeks apart.

Your hand moves on its own, stroking to the rhythm of her movements. She's so focused on what she's doing, completely absorbed in the sensation of that hook inside her. Her hips twitch occasionally, and you can imagine the feeling building inside her. As she holds the hook steady, you can't help but wonder how long you'll last if you keep watching. The way she removes her hand briefly, letting it rest in place, is almost too much to bear. And when she places her left hand on her buttock, fingers splayed, you know you have to see more.