Breaking the Rules

Naomi rubs oil into the base of her spine. It trickles down the cleft of her ass, shiny and warm. She shifts her hips, spreads her knees wider. Oliver’s thumb finds the plug and presses it deeper. The stretch blooms, heavy and sweet. She exhales, then inhales when the plug pulls free with a soft pop. He slides two fingers in, slow, curling. Naomi’s back bows. She reaches back, palm sliding up his thigh until she finds his balls. She cups them, feels the weight, then leans in to suck one into her mouth. Her tongue rolls, soft pulls. Oliver groans above her. She switches, tongue flattening under the other, then takes both. Her mouth leaves wet trails. She sits back, opens wide for his cock, lips stretching, tongue guiding him in. He pushes deep. She swallows, throat working. He pulls out, drops back to her ass, two fingers again, scissoring. Naomi gasps, spit stringing from her lower lip. Oliver pushes the plug back in, then removes it once more. Each time the ring flexes, tightens, loosens again. She turns, takes him in hand, guides him to her mouth. Tongue circles the head, lips seal. Her fingers stay busy behind her, pressing, rubbing the same slick skin he just opened. The plug sits on the sheets, shiny, waiting its turn.