Anal Fantasies

Rita’s bedroom still smells like teenage perfume and fresh sheets. The redhead climbs onto her bed, already half undressed, skirt bunched at her waist. She pulls a small silver toy from the nightstand drawer and slicks it with lube, breathing fast. First her fingers trace tight circles around her asshole, then the cool tip presses in. She gasps at the stretch, works the toy deeper, hips rocking against the mattress. After a minute of slow, careful thrusts she switches it off, rolls onto her back, and opens her thighs wider. A man steps between them, already hard. She wraps her lips around him, sucking with wet, greedy sounds until spit drips down her chin. He pulls free, lines up behind her, and pushes into that freshly loosened hole. The stretch is thicker, hotter, perfect. Rita moans into the pillow, one hand clawing the sheets. He fucks her slow at first, then harder, the slap of skin sharp in the quiet room. Every deep stroke makes her whimper his name. When he’s close he pulls out and strokes himself over her open mouth. Thick ropes land across her tongue and cheeks. She swallows what she can, tongue flicking out to catch the rest, eyes half-lidded with pleasure.