Through the window of their fourth-floor character suite, the sliver of a new moon hung suspended in the sky while its silver sister danced on the undulating surface of Nanaimo Harbour.
“Head down, ass up,” he commanded her. She complied without hesitation, her copper hair blowing about as she buried her blushing face into the bedclothes.
He dragged a finger along the seat of her underwear, lightly pressing the satin fabric into the crevice between her cheeks before taking hold of the waistband and slowly, deliberately sliding it over the curve of her hips and tracing a path down her trembling thighs.
Was that his hot breath on her skin?
She dared not look back. No, much better to imagine, give over to her other senses.
Hear his touch.
Feel his sound.
His fingertips gently grazed her, lazily wandering back up the way they had come. Then a palm, placed delicately across her derrière. She tensed, drew in a sharp breath, anticipating.
Smack!
He slapped her ass just once, then soothed her stinging flesh with a firm hand before diving in headlong. Probing, sounding the depths. Exploring with his tongue, digging in that rich soil, that earthy loam.
Tasting her scent.
Smelling her flavour.
She clutched the plush pillow with both hands and moaned into it, struggling to remain centred, momentarily resisting the temptation to touch herself.
Momentarily.
He slid a slick finger into her fartbox, working it in and out, an oil derrick drilling deep into the unexplored earth.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck,” she offered faintly. Her eyelids fluttered, then her face froze as she began frigging herself.
He squeezed his hardwood into her heavenly back door, easing it in until his balls bounced against her brassy bush. Starting slowly, then increasing speed, he pounded her pooper while she flicked her folds. She fought the urge that surged within her for as long as she could, but finally was forced to purge the pressure pent up in her pulsating pussy. Her fingers flew as he kept fucking her ass.
A searing heat shot through her, and she squinched her eyes shut tight as everything faded to pitch black, then blanched to a brilliant white, then exploded in a kaleidoscope of colours—red, green, and blue pixels she’d never before noticed, refusing to resolve themselves back to black for a maddeningly long time. Exhausted, she heaved a ragged breath and collapsed inwardly as he continued fucking her from behind.
Head down, ass up, she thought wryly. At yoga class, we call it puppy pose. Well, I won’t need to hold it for very much longer.
Turning to look over her shoulder, she sneered, “Are you gonna cum in my fuckin’ ass, or what?”
Almost immediately, he grabbed her rump and plumbed her depths one last time, stretching her out with the full length of his stiff cock. Then, seemingly dumbfounded, he grunted and began to pump a stupendous amount of cum inside her bum.
“I’m—I’m—” he choked out, attempting to explain the obvious.
“Yes!” she shrieked. “Gimme all that fuckin’ cum!”
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Through the window of their fourth-floor character suite, the galaxy glimmered in the celestial gallery while its doppelgänger glittered on the dappled grey waters of Nanaimo Harbour.
How many stars are in the sea? she wondered idly as the wind rose outside, swirling the leaves on the sidewalk. And how many grains of sand in the sky?
She relaxed her sphincter, and seventy million sperm cells swam out of her secret sanctuary and spilled onto the silk sheets. She smirked as her simp stirred beside her.
“You’d better get over here and clean up this mess.”
