“Please fuck my ass sir.”

His growl was one of triumph as he bent his head and fed me his tongue. There was still a slight tinge of the taste of my pussy in his mouth. I loved it. I ate at his tongue like I wanted to consume it, which I did. I wanted to take all of him into myself.

That unmerciful pounding commenced again and my body sang beneath his. Then he stopped, our mouths still fused together in a slow sensuous kiss his finger now buried to the hilt in my ass; and ...