All of Me — Harper Bliss

I gasped as she parted my cheeks and allowed her nipple to explore a little further. I imagined how the caramel of her skin--and the dark chocolate of her nipple--contrasted with the creamy whiteness of my behind. The gentle probing of her stiff bud was enough to make my asshole pucker with anticipation and, first time or not, to grant her unlimited access to the unchartered territory that my ass represented. Not that she would ever ask. Laila appropriated things. She took them because, within the dynamic of our sex life, they simply belonged to her. Our affair was not complicated. She fucked me and I came.