Raul Costa Gives Veronica Leal a Rough Anal Pre-Game

Asshole Fever – Raul Costa – Veronica Leal – Before You Go Out starts with that familiar tension—you know the kind. The clock’s ticking, plans are set, but there’s *plenty* of time for one last round before heading out. And when Raul Costa’s in the room, you don’t rush. Veronica Leal’s already half-dressed in lingerie that’s more suggestion than coverage, her red hair messy from the fingers that’ve been tangled in it all afternoon. He doesn’t ask. He just spins her around, palms her ass like he’s testing the weight, and gets down to business.

This isn’t some gentle warm-up. Costa works her over with the kind of focus you’d expect from a man who knows exactly how to stretch a tight hole into submission. Fingers first—deep, crooked, making her gasp against the mattress while her tattoos shift with every arch of her back. Then comes the real test: his cock, thick and unrelenting, pushing in until she’s gripping the sheets like they’re the only thing keeping her grounded. The camera lingers on the gap, the way her ass swallows him whole, then clenches like it’s trying to keep him there. Even so, She’s loud. He’s rough. And the sloppy, wet sounds? That’s just the soundtrack to a proper ass-fucking.

What follows is a masterclass in filthy transitions. Ass-to-mouth isn’t just a tag here—it’s a *command*. Costa pulls out glistening, shoves her onto her knees, and feeds her every inch until her throat bulges around him. Is that worth showing up for? Absolutely. Veronica takes it like a pro, eyes watering but hands still working, her red lips wrapped tight around his shaft. Oddly enough, There’s spanking, there’s praise, there’s the kind of deepthroat that makes you wonder how she’s still breathing. And just when you think she’s had enough, he flips her over, yanks her legs back, and goes even harder. The doggystyle stretch is obscene—her ass spread wide, his cock disappearing between her cheeks, her moans turning raw.

Adult Time knows how to shoot this shit. The angles are brutal: close-ups of her stretched hole, the way her pussy drips while he’s buried in her ass, the sweat slicking their skin as the pace turns frantic. And when he finally pulls out to paint her back with cum, it’s not just a finish—it’s a *statement*. Veronica collapses onto the bed, spent, her ass gaping like a reminder of what just went down. The kicker? They’re still supposed to go out tonight. Fat chance. After a session like this, the only place she’s heading is the shower—if she can even stand.