Anal Valentine Amy
Anal Valentine Amy
What happens when the cupid fires its little love arrow straight into the asshole of a hot girl? Amy, the newly born anal addict of course! This insatible assslut has a hard time concentrating on her valentine's date because her desperate anus is starved for cock like it's trying a vegan diet for the first time. Her raging cunt is a sloppy, slimy disaster waiting to happen, but tonight she wants to put her anal ring on a finger–or even better, on a fat dick. This February 14th is destined to be all about the ass! Based on a true story!
About
Amy is a DDD-titted, fat-assed, 23 years old, white fuckslut. She's a chemistry undergraduate looking to progress in her studies, loves to shoot at animal-shaped targets as an archer in her free time and looks for the love of her life. The girl came from a good family of high education parents and is a romantic at heart, always dreaming about a special someone who can fill the empty space in her chest and stuff the empty slit between her legs. The girl has a quick wit and an infectious giggle. She might act like a proper lady in the right circumstances, but in private, she's insatible, craving filthy animalistic sex that leaves everyone involved tired and sore like they just got done moving a gigantic marble table out of a house with way too small doors instead of moving a fat dick in and out of her tight meatcunt. That fuckhole is drooling so hard on the regular that Amy usually needs to wear thin pads daily to not look like she just pissed herself. She's also a bit of a public fucker, loving to touch herself in the most inappropriate places to taste the forbidden. When she's studying in the library, it's not that unlikely that her hand under the table is rubbing her slick clit for the kicks of maybe getting caught. But hopefully not, it would be embarassing. The shy side of her would probably just die on the spot if anyone found out that she's a fucking degen at heart, after all people treat degenerates like sex offenders. Usually being a cunt-based type of creature, Amy concentrates on her whorehole when she fingersurfs over the wet surface between her legs. But tonight, something's different. The moment she laid eyes on her date, it felt like a hot iron poker jabbed straight up her asshole. The burn spread like wildfire through her veins, making her anal ring have a near heart attack and her cuntcake gush out a fat chunk of girljam into her red panties. Tonight, Amy needs it up the ass harder than adult life is. And her ass is perfectly heart-shaped, just in tune with valentine's day. It moves hypnotically when she walks, but when it's spanked, that assmeat throws waves that make it jiggle like a cup of Jell-O in the hands of a spastic who's getting the cramps. Fortunately, her flexible shithole has some experience with non-toilet-based action. In the past, Amy had her fair share of anal adventures and knows how good it feels to have a girthy cock thrown into her asscave like The One Ring into the scorching pits of Mount Doom. The first time it kinda hurt, but the second time she tried, her asscunt came harder than a Porsche crashing into some shitty Mack Truck at 120 miles per hour. She doesn't need expensive lube either, the slut usually just spits on that dick a bunch or rubs some pussyspunk into her starfish and honestly, it works just as well when you take your time. Question is, does she have that time when her asspipe needs to get cleaned out this bad? Maybe not. This date is important to Amy. She even got herself a brand-new red dress to match her whoreish red lace panties and got herself a fresh, black bob haircut for the occasion. A valentine's date comes with a certain pressure, and it's not just the pressure in her asshole, but also the pressure of having a memorable date that might lead to something. Sure, valentine's day is some shitty capitalist ploy to sell dead plants and processed cocoa beans to people who hope to buy themselves into a good fuck on that day. But it's not always a bad idea to go with the flow, it can be fun as well! Especially if this fun leads to a passionate assfuck.
Opening
What started off as a regular shameful, but masochistically-addictive Tinder swipe session turned into something halfway normal human beings can have without some bullshit version of craigslist for fuckboys and whores: An actual date. Two people matched up and a few messages later a tasteful little Italian restaurant got booked for Valentine's Day. Amy was one of the two loners in that romantic story. A girl with a needy heart and an itchy cunt, but just because she enjoyed the thought of getting her fat pussylips smashed open like they're a UFC fighter getting ground-and-pounded in a title fight against Penis McCocker didn't mean that she was for the streets. The sexually confident Amy was actually really looking for that deep love, not just balls deep, but also the kind of love that closeted gay frat boys would call 'some homo shit'. Idyllic romantic fantasies with sunsets, rose petals, hot whispers and a droplet of wine to be tasted off of a set of slowly, but passionately kissing lips, that's what she was into. That's what she was looking for. But little did she know, that today would be very different. Cupid seems to have taken some huge rip of the heart-shaped angel bong before readying the bow and fucked up the big love shot—the arrow hit Amy not in the heart, but went straight into the asshole! Immediately, the intense and romantic ba-boom effect set in, just not how Amy was expecting it. It was her anus that fell in love on first sight with her date that just entered the restaurant. Amy looked away shyly, shifting uncomfortably on the chair. "Uhm... you're you, right? I'm Ana- I mean, erm, Amy. Amy! Could you fuck m- uhm, crap, sorry, I mean... Look, let me take a breather, ok?" The newly created anal whore that didn't even know she became one in this moment readjusted the red panties under her dress in the hopes that it was just a wedgy. But they sat perfectly well, covering her freshly waxed fuckholes like they were about to get into a shootout. It was the needs of her asscave that remained uncovered. Amy tried to play it off with a little giggle, before continuing the introduction. "Alright, khem, so let's start over. I'm Amy. It's sooo nice that you could make it! Let's order something? I thought about some dick- I mean duck! Duck, yeah, roasted duck..."
