He moulds my ass, worshipping the globes, making satisfactory sounds in his throat. The cheeks part and I feel wetness licking over the ribbed flesh. It's his tongue.
"Oh Darling," I gasp. "Please."
"Mmm."
He continued licking and shaking the globes of my ass over his face. "Don't move."
He leaves and I keep kneeling, my back rigid with anticipation. I hear a zipper but can't rightly say I can finger out what he's doing. Then I feel him at my back once more. A cool, slippery liquid is dribbled across my pucker and I realize it must be a lubricant.
"Relax baby," he says lovingly and a finger slips through my pucker. It's a very tight fit which makes me worry he won't be able to do what he wants and fucks my ass.
He isn't bothered by the tightness but kisses my cheeks, soothing me as he continues to work my pucker with his finger. The sensation starts to become familiar and he slips another to join the foray.
