Psychosexual Part 2

Gianna slides into bed, still a little loose from the night. Mick presses up behind her, his cock finding the cleft of her ass. She remembers what her client told her: his wife demanded nothing but anal that night. She didn’t want the slick mess of her cunt touching him. Mick’s hand slips between her cheeks. His fingers test her tight ring, working the muscle until it gives. He pushes one digit inside, slow and steady. Gianna breathes against the pillow. Heat builds low in her belly. She rocks back, inviting more. Mick works his finger deeper, twisting, opening her. She feels every knuckle. When he slides a second finger in beside the first, she bites the sheet. Her body clutches, then softens. Mick’s breath stays even against her neck. He keeps the motion measured, each thrust of his hand a promise of what’s next. Gianna’s thighs part wider. She presses her ass back, greedy for the stretch. Mick curls his fingers just enough to make her gasp. The sheets grow damp under her. He doesn’t rush. He keeps working her open, one slow press at a time, until she’s ready for more.