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... responsive hole, bringing a rush of pleasure unlike any other.

"Such a tight little hole," he murmurs.

A third finger slips inside me, stretching me out and filling me to the brim. I can't help but moan as the sensation intensifies. His other hand explores between my thighs, his fingers expertly brushing against my throbbing clit before plunging into my slick heat. With his palm pressed against my pulsing bud, pleasure radiates through my body like an electric shock. My moans grow louder as I surrender to the incredible sensations, my back arching in pure ecstasy.

"So, my slut wants to get fucked in the ass?"

"Yes!"

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, Sir! Please fuck my ass, Sir." I let out a sound that's part wince, part moan, saturated with desperation and need.

He withdraws his fingers, and I glance back at him. A stinging slap lands crisply on my left cheek.

"Did I tell you that you could move?" His voice is stern and authoritative.

"No, Sir," I reply, lowering my gaze to the sheet.

The rustle of drawers opening and closing fills the air as he moves around the bedroom.What is he searching for? I anticipate his next move, my senses acutely heightened.

With enticing slowness, he places lube and my favorite pink vibrator on the bed. My heart is racing in time with his deliberate movements, and I can't help but tremble with excitement. He waits for a moment, leaving me in suspense.

My breath catches in my throat as I watch him reach for the lube, knowing ...

... exactly what he intends to do with it. With every drop that falls onto my skin and slides down my cleft, a shiver runs through me. His fingers trace delicate patterns as he takes his time spreading it over my forbidden hole. The coolness of the lube makes me shiver, and I feel myself getting wetter with each stroke. I arch my back towards him in need, begging for more, and without hesitation, he pushes his slick fingers inside me, stuffing my tight passage with lube.

His fingers slowly withdraw from my body, and the bottle of lube falls onto the rumpled sheets. As I feel his bulbous head press against my delicate rosebud, prepared to elevate my pleasure to a higher plane, I groan. He's going bareback because he doesn't like the barrier of a condom between us, and I enjoy feeling his hot liquid release deep inside me, marking me as his own.

His muscular hands grasp my hips with a firm grip, and he eases himself inside of me with a slow and steady motion, giving my body time to adjust to his impressive size. My tight hole encircles him, gulping his shaft until he is halfway inside of me.

"Breathe," he whispers, and I instantly obey.

Slowly, he presses further until I feel every inch of him stretching my taboo hole to the limit. He takes his time, holding himself deep inside and giving my muscles time to adjust before slowly moving in and out. With each thrust, I can feel myself losing control.

"Touch yourself," he demands, and without hesitation, my fingers find ...