I consciously relax my body when I feel him pressing on my virgin ring. To help myself relax even more, I replay the stolen view of the anal scene in ...y mind. It doesn't take long before the pressure on my small asshole begins to be too much to ignore. It burns and hurts a little but nothing unmanageable like I had imagined it. He softly pushes and pushes until I moan out when his tip enters me with a small popping feeling. “Oh god, oh my god,” I moan out. My breathing is labored and. Yes, there was a scent of the soap we had just used in the bathroom, but there was no smell. From the time of my youth, I always assumed that pussy smelled like day old tuna, but I would get past it to give my partner pleasure. Now there was nothing to get past. She just smelled clean as I worked her labia and clit with my lips and tongue. I had no plan of attack. From my youthful experiences, before I settled down with Cathy, I knew that each woman is different in sensitivity on the clit and. I looked down at my stretched pussy to find only a couple of inches left to fill me to the brim. I began to rock my hips and ride his cock as the last two inches slid inside me, his cock banging my cervix and giving me a sense of fullness I never thought possible. My eyes were rolling with pure lust and my breathing got shorter. I was steadily on my way to the most fantastic orgasm ever, as Steve’s wonder cock stretched and filled me.“Oh fuck! Yes! Make me come and I’ll be your slut!” I. We logged off and reached home.We both entered the lift. I put my hand on her ass over a dress. I rubbed her ass cheek, and I realized she had removed her panty. We reached the top floor, and we both moved to the staircase lobby. We both started to hug each other aggressively. I started to whisper in her ears.Me: You didn’t wear panties today.She: I wore it. I removed it.Me: Can I smell your pussy?She: you promised me not to see my pussy.Me: I smell over the dress.She: Hmm, only once.Then I was.