Anal Offering

Eyla walks in wearing a short dress that barely covers anything. Kristof is already hard just from the sight of her ass. He doesn’t rush. He starts with her shoulders, fingers working slow circles down her back until she melts under his hands. She lets him slide the dress off. No bra. No panties. He bends her over the couch and runs his palm between her cheeks, parting them. He spits once, warm and direct, then presses a single finger against her tight ring. Eyla pushes back. He works that finger deeper, then adds another when she opens for him. She reaches between her legs, finds his cock through his pants, and strokes him to the same rhythm he gives her ass. He pulls his fingers out and she turns, sinks to her knees, and takes him in her mouth without asking. Her tongue cleans him of her own taste. He feeds her his cock until her eyes water, then lifts her up again. From a small table he takes a slim plug, already slick. He slides it into her with no resistance. The jewel rests between her cheeks. She bends forward once more, grips the cushions, and waits for whatever he wants next. He stays close, breathing on the back of her neck, one hand keeping the plug seated while the other teases her clit. She moans, low and steady, the sound thick in the quiet room. Every movement is slow, deliberate. He wants her to feel every inch he gives, and she takes it like she owns the moment.