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As soon as I saw him, my heart sped up. I knew exactly what we were gonna do that night, and I couldn’t wait. I’d been longing for his touch, his warmth, his thickness inside me.

He greeted me with a long, deep kiss that promised a passionate night ahead. We talked for a little while as we sipped our drinks, getting reacquainted, laughing and touching each other. I couldn’t wait to see him naked, and I knew he was willing to see me too.

When it was time, we went to his bedroom and started undressing. I watched him taking off his shirt, his pants, his underwear. His body was gorgeous, lean and muscular, with just the right amount of hair on his chest.

He helped me out of my clothes too, lingering on each item, kissing me as he undid my bra, my jeans. We took our time, enjoying the thrill of anticipation.

Finally, we were both naked, and he pushed me onto his bed. He climbed on top of me, kissing me again with such intensity I wondered I might explode. I lifted my hips against his, feeling his hardness press into me, and he groaned.

“Turn over,” he said, his voice rough with desire.

I did as he asked, feeling a bit self-conscious and vulnerable as I exposed my backside to him. But I trusted him completely, and I knew he would take good care of me.

He ran his hands up and down my back, over my buttocks, and down my legs. He spread my cheeks aside, exposing my tight little hole. I gasped as I felt his tongue lick around it, teasing me, making me squirm.

“Please,” I whimpered, craving more.

He didn’t hesitate. He got up and grabbed a bottle of lube from his bedside table. I could hear him squirting some onto his fingers, and then he pressed one inside me. I was so slick and ready for him that he slid in easily.

The feeling was divine—hot and slippery and erotic. He pumped his finger in and out of me, stretching me out, getting me ready for his cock.

Then, without warning, he replaced his finger with his cock, pushing deep inside me. I cried out in pleasure, feeling so full, so satisfied.

He started thrusting, slowly at first, then faster and harder. He smacked my ass, making me yelp, and I could hear him grunting with pleasure.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he groaned.

I writhed beneath him, feeling my body heat up, feeling my orgasm start to create. He reached around and rubbed my clit, and that was all it took. I came hard, shaking with pleasure, squeezing his cock inside me.

He followed soon after, his body shuddering as he pumped me full of his hot seed.

We stayed like that for a long time, breathing heavily, kissing and touching each other. I felt so loved, so wanted, so incredibly fulfilled.

It was a sensual anal adventure I would never forget.
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