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“Wait, I’m not sure.” The quiver in your voice makes my pussy wet. I love that you’re unsure and scared. My hand rubs over your back gently, and I moan. After you slipped that little secret curiosity about being pegged, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about fucking you. I’d convinced you to let me try, but still, you’re hesitant. “You’ll go slow?” You ask me over your shoulder, and I nod. It’s a lie. I have no intention of being gentle or slow once I break into your virgin asshole.
My hand slips over your ass cheeks, and I giggle when they clench. Then I cup your balls, kneading them in my hand as I purr, “You were made to be mounted, baby. Just relax.”
You Were Made To Be Mounted
As I play with your balls, your knees open a little wider, and your chest rests on the bed. “That’s it.” I coax you and let my fingers slip off your balls to tickle up your ass crack. I rub at the tight ring of muscles, and your whimper only rushes me. You shiver when I dizle lube over your back hole, and then again, you tense up when I notch the head of my strap against that tight pucker.
“Franny,” Your fists clench the bedsheets, and you peer back at me again. I rock my hips forward, the resistance holds me back for a moment, but then the head slips in, and you try to squirm away. That’s when I place my hand at the back of your neck and pin you in place.
“Be a good boy, and let me take what I want.”
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