Anal Switch

Anne looks every inch the leather queen tonight, all black straps and smoky liner. But the second he bends her over the arm of the couch, the role-play cracks. She’s already wet before he even spreads her. He slides two fingers along her slit, tests how ready she is, then pushes his cock straight into that perfect ring. She gasps—half surprise, half hunger—and pushes back to take every inch. He fucks her ass in long, deliberate strokes while her heels dig into the cushions. Each time he bottoms out, she moans louder, surrendering to the rhythm, to the grip on her hips, to the way he uses her exactly the way she needs.