Anal Seduction

Dana caught a flash of the clock and broke into a grin. Rico would be walking through that door any second, and she planned on stopping his heart right where he stood. A sultry little shimmy, skirt riding up, and she let the thin tank slide off one shoulder. With the lights low and the bass low in her belly, she started moving, slow hip rolls and a teasing arch of her back, teasing him with every turn before bending over the couch back, presenting the curve of her ass. The lace panties were history a heartbeat later; he got the full show, skin on skin and nothing in the way. When he finally walked in, hard-on already noticeable under the fly, Dana stayed right where she was and worked two wet fingers between her cheeks, opening herself up with practiced ease. Rico didn’t ask—didn’t need to. Pants hit the floor and that thick, near-black cock swung free, bouncing against the seam of her ass as he lined himself up. One slick push and he was past the ring, sliding deeper, filling every inch inside her. Dana hissed through her teeth and pressed back, taking more, chasing that perfect stretch, loving the slap of his heavy balls each time he bottomed out. The couch groaned and so did she, dirty little sounds catching in her throat every time he pulled out and drove in harder. They set a fierce rhythm, bodies slapping, sweat rolling, Rico’s deep voice promising he’d ruin her perfectly. And Dana, grinning wickedly into the cushions, braced for every last inch.