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Backdoor

... my drenched softness, stretching me to my limits, and I lower my hips, welcoming every inch of his hardness, the plug in my tight backdoor adding an extra layer of pleasure.

As I grind against him, my body writhes in ecstasy, and the sensation of being filled from both ends intensifies, driving me wild with insatiable need. His grip on my hips tightens, his fingers digging into my flesh and guiding my hips to meet his with each powerful thrust, leaving me delirious with unbridled lust for more of his intoxicating dominance. Each of my movements invites him to claim me and strip away any semblance of control until we both succumb to a primal frenzy of desire.

"How about we put your practice to the test?" he suggests with a devilish grin.

My body is filled with a rush of desire mixed with apprehension. The pleasure of anal sex, although intense, is always tinged with pain. However, after penetration and the first few thrusts, the discomfort dissipates, giving way to an all-consuming euphoria.

I nod, my lips curling into a seductive smile. "Yes."

"Let's go to the bedroom."

As I get up, his cock slides out with a slick, satisfying noise. Sir rises to his feet, peeling off his T-shirt, and then strips off his pants and boxers in one swift motion, revealing a beautiful sight of his glistening shaft covered in my nectar. With a hungry look in his eyes, he takes my hand and leads me into the bedroom. He turns on the light because he likes to see every detail of ...

... my body.

"Get on all fours," he commands.

Obediently, I ascend onto the bed and assume the position on my hands and knees. He stands behind me and playfully smacks my left buttcheek, causing a slight burning sensation. As his rough hands grip my round, juicy buttocks, my heart skips a beat. With a possessive tug, he spreads my cheeks wide open, exposing the plug nestled tightly within my taboo hole.

His eyes greedily drink in the sight of that small toy stretching my sensitive rosebud. My breath hitches, and I can't help but squirm under his intense gaze, feeling completely exposed and incredibly turned on.

Slowly, he traces his fingertips along my butt crack, all the way down to the base of the plug. He tugs at the base as if testing how firmly it's lodged inside of me. Then he starts to tease and play with it, pulling it out a little, only to slide it back in. Each gentle pull sends tingles of pleasure through my body, and every thrust makes me moan louder.

"Please…"

"What does my little slut want?" I can hear his amusement in his voice, and the brat in me wants to lash out with a snarky remark, but I'm too horny.

"Please fuck my ass."

His chuckle fills the air. "Oh, I intend to."

I can feel the intense emptiness that follows as he skillfully removes the buttplug. My longing is short-lived, however, as his two fingers quickly replace the sensation of emptiness. With each expertly placed thrust, his probing digits delve deeper into my eager and ...