From ass to mouth – my slave’s journey – Calista Vixen. 03.04.2026. (563 Mb)

Calista looks fucking dangerous in this. She’s eyes locked onto him like he’s nothing more than a piece of meat waiting to be worked over. There’s no warmth here, just pure, cold control. She commands him to come closer, and he has no choice. He drops to his knees, breathing heavy while she towers over him. Lowkey, you can tell he knows exactly how fucked he’s about to get.

She isn’t interested in anything soft. After getting him ready, she straps into the harness, the thick silicone prepared for way more than he probably expected. She starts pegging him, hard and without any hesitation. Every thrust is meant to remind him who owns that body. It’s loud, aggressive, and completely one-sided. He’s just trying to keep up with the rhythm as she hammers away, using the strap-on to stretch him out and push him right to the edge of losing his mind.

But she isn’t done yet. That’s clearly not enough for her.

The pace shifts from rhythmic pounding to something even more intense. She pulls back just enough to switch tactics, her hands going to work. This turns into a fucking heavy session of fisting. She’s willing to go way past what’s comfortable, shoving fingers deep into his heat, stretching that tight muscle until he’s certain he can’t take another inch. It’s raw, messy, and honestly kind of violent in its own way. He’s shaking, gasping, unable to do anything except endure whatever she decides to force into him.

To finish the whole thing off, she moves straight into the ass-to-mouth routine. It’s the ultimate disrespect, making sure everything he has belongs entirely to her mouth. By the time she finally steps back, he’s a complete wreck on the floor—spent, stretched, and totally broken down. Calista just stands there, looking able as hell, perfectly satisfied with the mess she made. Case closed.