Anal Confession

Kenzie watches him close the door. He tells her the trip was cancelled. His wife flew out alone. The house is quiet. She turns to leave. His hand slides down her arm and stops at her wrist. He says there is one thing she can still do for him. He pulls her in and his mouth finds hers. Slow kisses. His fingers unbutton her shirt. When it hits the floor she is already pulling at his belt. He spins her around and presses her to the kitchen counter. The surface is cold on her stomach. He slides her shorts down. Two fingers push between her cheeks and find her tight hole. She gasps. He spits on his fingers and works them deeper. He kneels and spreads her wider. His tongue follows, licking slow circles until she pushes back against his face. He stands, frees his cock, and presses the head to her ass. She bites her lip when he pushes in. One slow inch at a time until he is buried. He starts fucking her. Long strokes. The wet sound fills the kitchen. He pulls out and spins her around again. She drops to her knees and takes him in her mouth, tasting herself on him. Spit runs down her chin. He lifts her, sets her on the counter, and fucks her ass again, legs wide. She comes hard. He pulls out just in time and strokes across her tongue. She swallows every drop, eyes locked on his. Later he slides back inside her mouth, and she cleans him until he softens.