"And we really didn't share. We all agreed that if one of us hooked you the others would back off. OK, so it might have been backing away muttering an... cursing, but we would have backed off. That was our agreement up until we all got together in Los Angeles. I think that was the first time we all understood that only were we cheating ourselves, we were cheating you, too. You were in the same spot we were, waiting to see how things were going to go, afraid to make a move either way for fear of. When you're at the end of your welcome journey in, the ecstasy hits me. I move myself forward, away from you and then throw my weight back onto it. you watch as my tight hole grips you, swallows you whole. Your opinion that women merely tolerate anal sex instantly becoming a myth. You plunge into me time and time again, my mewling, except it's really more than that, threatens to wake the neighbours. The only way for you to stop it, to quieten me, is to give me what I need. "Harder!" I would. Yet having to do it. Then Flavia’s thighs parted wider. “Kiss my asshole, slave. Get your tongue in,” came the order. Xena knew it would come sometime... and now it had. She nosed into the cleft and laved the whole length of it... several times. Then she concentrated on the sphincter itself. First tonguing it delicately, then thrusting with her tongue. Penetrating. Oh, Xena knew well enough what Flavia wanted! And she knew she had to give it to her. Her sense of degradation was complete. She. Again, not bragging or anything – even though currently, I don’t think anyone could blame me having Charli XCX sucking my entire cock while dressed up like a sexy Santa – but I never thought of myself as a minute man. She said we’d both get a present out of this, and I was intending to give her a ‘gift’ just like she was giving one to me right now. Opening her eyes to give another naughty glare, she slowly, teasingly lifting her lips all the way up and off from my cock, letting me see how.