Breathing heavily, Clara complied. Her hands moved with a tremble she couldn’t suppress, sliding down to part the soft flesh of her ass cheeks. The air, cool against her exposed skin, made her flinch, leaving her utterly vulnerable and her asshole widely open and laid bare.

Ben spat on Clara’s asshole, the cold slickness trailing between her cheeks before gathering at the tight ring. Then his thick finger, not gentle, not seeking permission, pressed against her tight, unprepared asshole, ...