My anus is against his belly, the hair there tickles my sensitive skin.
I know he is studying my derriere although, in my present position, it feels less than elegant. Suddenly I realize he can see my pussy and am, sillily, embarrassed. I push my hand between my legs and cover myself. As I do my hand brushes his cock. It is heavy with blood.
He bends forward and kisses my arse, the curve of each buttock and then the hole itself. His ministrations tickle. He runs his tongue along the rim of my opening. His spittle is slick as he readies me and then he enters me with his tongue.
At first I feel invaded and must make myself relax. Then he is too small and I press back against his face. His tongue abandons my want and then the head of his erection is between my buttocks. He guides it to my opening.
I push against him tentatively. I need to rotate my hips, bettering the angle. I wonder if his cock can possibly pass my stinging flesh when suddenly it is through. My sphincter tightens behind his glands and I feel a surge of satisfaction --- as if I have captured him. I reach past my legs and take hold of his balls. I am in control.
He dribbles spit into my crack and along his shaft. I pull him slowly into me until his legs are against me. He wants to move quicker but I don't let him. As he --- we --- pull out he leaves an emptiness. When he returns he fills my arse and belly and head.
Too soon he collapses against my back. I struggle to support his weight and keep my position. In my hand his balls contract and then I feel the surge of his jet along his length and into me. I am certain that I can feel it colliding against the limits of my space as we roll, still joined, onto our sides.
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