Taking the Backdoor: A Steamy Tale of Anal Desire

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As she leaned over the kitchen counter, her lacy white thong peeked out, teasing him. He couldn’t withstand the urge to reach over and give her firm, plump ass a smack. She giggled and turned around to face him, her hazel eyes sparkling with mischief.

Without a word, she dropped to her knees and undid his jeans. His cock sprang free, already throbbing with anticipation. She took him into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the head before taking him deeper and deeper down her throat.

When she pulled away, she stood up and turned to face the counter again, spreading her legs wide. He couldn’t withstand the sight of her wet, glistening pussy begging to be devoured. Without hesitation, he buried his face between her thighs, licking and sucking until she trembled with pleasure.

But tonight, he had other plans. He reached over to the drawer and pulled out a bottle of lube, slicking up his fingers before pressing one, then two inside her tight little asshole.

She moaned with pleasure, pushing against him, begging for more.

He grinned, knowing exactly what she wanted. He flicked open the cap of the lube and poured a generous amount onto his cock, rubbing it in with one hand as he held her steady with the other.

With one swift motion, he pushed into her tight little backdoor, feeling the heat and the pressure as she wrapped around him, squeezing him tight.

She gasped, the sensation intense as he pumped into her, his fingers gripping her hips tightly. He heard her moan and knew she was close, so he reached around and started to rub her clit, pushing her over the edge as she came hard, her whole body shaking.

He wasn’t far behind her, holding onto her waist as he felt himself explode inside her. They both collapsed on the floor, panting and laughing.

Taking the backdoor was a night they would never forget.
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