Heather

The Allure of Heather’s Anal Delights

Heather was a woman of passion, with a body that demanded attention. Her curves were luscious, her skin smooth and inviting. But it was her tight little anal hole that truly captivated me.

“Do you want it, baby?” she whispered in my ear, her breath hot and heavy. “Do you want to take me there, deep and hard?”

I couldn’t resist her. I bent her over the bed, her perfect ass in the air, begging to be filled.

“Please, fuck my ass,” she begged. “I need to feel you inside me.”

I couldn’t deny her. I slid my fingers down her crack, teasing her tight little hole. She moaned in anticipation, her body trembling with desire.

Slowly, I pushed inside her. She was tight, so tight. I could feel every inch of her, every ripple and pulse. I started to move, building up a rhythm that had us both gasping for breath.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she chanted. “Harder, baby. Harder.”

I gave her what she wanted. I pounded her ass, my hips slapping against her cheeks. She screamed in pleasure, her body shaking with the force of her orgasms.

“You’re mine,” I growled. “Mine forever.”

“Yes, yours,” she panted. “Always yours.”

And with that, we came together, our bodies entwined in a blissful union. It was a night I would never forget, a memory that would stay with me forever.