Merciless anal fisting of a married housewife

Jane, the married housewife, lingers in the dimly lit basement, her heart pounding with anticipation and a touch of fear. She has invited Dave, the tall and muscular neighbor, to fulfill her deepest, darkest fantasy. His large, calloused hands reach out, cupping her face before he bends down to capture her lips in a searing kiss. She moans into his mouth, feeling the heat of his body pressed against hers. He leads her to the large leather couch, gently pushing her down and pulling off her clothes. Jane’s breath hitches as she feels his fingers tracing the edge of her tight, untouched hole. She trusts him, she wants this, but she knows it will hurt. Dave’s fingers slip into her mouth, wetting them before pressing one against her ass. She relaxes, allowing him to push in, gasping as he inserts a second, and then a third finger. She’s stretched, burning, but craving more. He stands, looking down at her, a wicked grin playing on his lips. Jane watches, her heart pounding, as he removes his shirt, revealing his ripped torso, and then his pants, his cock hard and ready. He kneels between her spread legs, pushing his fingers roughly into her again. She moans, her body on fire, begging for more. He leans down, kissing her deeply, his fingers working her ass, stretching her. Jane feels the pressure building, the intense, burning sensation. She knows what’s coming, and she can’t wait.