My Anal Muse

Mia leans against the bedroom wall, dress half off, her thick bush catching the low light. Vicki’s hand cups one bare cheek, thumb sliding along the crease. Mia sighs into her mouth. They trade slow, wet kisses. Vicki eases two fingers inside her, working them deep until Mia’s hips roll with the rhythm. Markus walks in, tie loose, jacket open. He watches, cock already hard against his slacks. Vicki turns, offers Mia’s ass like a gift. Markus steps up, lines up, pushes in with one long thrust. Mia gasps. He starts with steady strokes, the sound of skin meeting skin filling the room. Vicki slips beneath Mia, tongue finding Markus’s balls and then Mia’s clit as he drives into her. They slide into a lazy sixty-nine, Vicki’s tongue tracing wet lines while Markus pulls back and slides straight into Vicki’s mouth—ass to mouth, slick and hot. Mia licks whatever reaches her lips. Markus flips Mia onto all fours. Vicki stays on her back, mouth open, catching every time he pulls out and pushes in again. He keeps the pace unhurried, grinding deep, savoring each squeeze. Mia reaches back, spreads herself wider. Vicki’s tongue never stops. The room smells like sex and sweat, skin on skin, bodies rocking slow and steady until every inch has been taken, tasted, and claimed.