“Beg for it Love.”Never had I thought that this would feel so incredible, “Yes, Fuck my ass. Please fuck my ass.”“You ask for it.” And wit... that Asante began to force all of her fingers into my ass“No please stop. I can’t take that.”“You begged for it and now you are going to get it.”She continued to work her fingers deeper into my ass and finally she rammed her entire fist into my ass. I screamed and begged but her wrist had slipped beyond my anal sphincter and her wrist was completely inside. You find time to appreciate the contrast between the conservative nature of the outfit that almost completely covers her, and the bright passionate reds she's chosen that can't help but bring all eyes toward her before she pulls you in close, your head coming to rest upon her pillowy breast. Warmth washes over you as you accept her comfort despite your fervent prayers that you don't get a boner. "Aww baby," she coos. "What's wrong sweetheart? Why are you so tense? You just walk across the stage. When he finally spewed his life-giving seed deep into my womb and I whispered into his ear, swearing I would never let him out of me again. Thinking about that promise made me sad because despite the obvious silliness and impracticality of those words, I actually had meant them. But sometime during the night, I’d let him fall and disjoined us from what had been so special. I’d let him down, some small corner of my mind was whispering to me. But then... The rest of the memories had also moved. I grinned whenI noted that she had gone for a similar outfit, with a half top and tightshorts, and with her lush breasts there was absolutely no doubt that she wasn’twearing a bra, and I felt the heat start to rise even more.I asked her in and led the way into the lounge and offered her a cool drink,which she accepted. She didn’t take a seat, she sort of moved around the roomglancing at one thing and then another, clearly very nervous. "Has Daniel goneto his meeting?" she asked"Yeah, he left.