Anthony interrupts your sad thoughts with his actions.

While you indulged in sorrowful thoughts and mental self-flagellation, Anthony lifted your body with his strong arms. He laid your body on the bed.

All you could do was let out a short and weak feminine squeal. On the bed, Anthony turned your body so that you were in a “doggy-style” position. You only had time to place a pillow under your stomach to prevent Anthony from seeing your tiny cock, which was locked in a miniature metal chastity cage.

You felt Anthony lift up your black miniskirt and how he lowered your red panties. Fortunately, Anthony acted quickly, he was very excited and he didn’t notice anything extra between your legs.

Anthony spat on your sphincter and began to massage your sphincter with his fingers. Your sphincter gradually relaxed. First, one of Anthony's fingers penetrated your anus. Then two of Anthony's fingers.

You see Anthony's heavy legs fall onto the bed. Large and rough male hands lay on your ass, spreading your buttocks. The warm and elastic head of the dick rested against your anus.

The man pressed. Your relaxed sphincter could not withstand the pressure and gradually stretched.

You felt with fear how a hard male member began to plunge inside your anus. Your consciousness was now in complete chaos. Dozens of conflicting feelings and thoughts did not allow you to adequately comprehend the events taking place.

There was something foreign inside your body. Something hot. Something elastic. Something masculine! It was the same “sausage” that you recently licked, sucked and swallowed with such “appetite”! Unlike your body and your character, this “sausage” was absolutely worthy of the epithet “male.”

Soon you felt how the male thighs rested against your plump, smooth, hairless buttocks. One man’s hand held you under your thigh, as if pulling you towards him. Anthony’s other hand rested on the small of your back. And Anthony’s dick was moving inside your stretched anus.

Your body shook with small tremors. A muffled groan escaped your chest. You instinctively clenched your sphincter. Anthony's dick was plunging in and out of the depths of your anus. The man made measured, rhythmic movements. The man towered over you in the literal sense of the word and in the metaphorical sense of the word. Your sphincter became more and more relaxed. Anthony's dick sank deeper into your anus with each thrust.

Anthony gradually and inexorably increased the pace of his movements. The man’s hand held your thigh more and more tightly. You were at the mercy of a man (a real man, unlike you). The motel room was filled with the sounds of slapping sounds that came from your buttocks making contact with Anthony's body as it made quick and rhythmic movements. Movements forward and backward. Again and again.

Sometimes Anthony, without stopping his movements, would spank your buttock with his palm. You made a feminine squeak. Such strong spanks made your buttocks squeeze even tighter around Anthony’s dick.