Double Muscle Goddess Pool Table Pegging – Denise Anders (566 Mb)

The smell of chalk and skin. That’s all there is. Denise stands over the pool table, muscles looking rock-solid under the dim lights—shoulders wide, quads thick, built like something meant to break a man. She isn’t interested in playing any games once he’s within reach. Ngl, seeing those muscles flex while she handles him is heavy.

She moves fast. One minute they’re near the cues, the next he’s being handled like trash. Rough, certain, and completely able. Her hands go straight for his heat, testing his limits before things get even worse for him. She pins him against the green felt, using her weight to make sure he can’t move. Then the strap-on comes out. There’s no soft way about this. She doesn’t just slide it in; she claims it. Every thrust is deep, driving into his enough to make his eyes roll back. She uses those massive thighs to lock him down, pinning his hips so he has zero choice but to take whatever she’s dishing out.

Things get even more intense when she starts working him with her hands. The fisting or heavy fingerwork is raw, pushing past what he thinks he can handle, stretching him open until he’s nothing but a mess of gasps and friction. It’s pure dominance. No hesitation. By the time she finally pulls away, he’s dead weight on the table, fucking spent and unable to do anything but shake. Denise just stands there, unfazed, looking like she hasn’t even broken a sweat.