If you've read part 1, you have a good idea where this story is going. If you haven't read part 1, you may want to. This part could also be in the Anal category. Enjoy!
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My mouth goes dry, my pussy drips, as you crawl on your hands and knees to the head of the bed. You lean your chest down to the mattress and lift your ass in the air. A quick little shuffle spreads your knees wider, exposing your hairy ass, tight anus, heavy smooth balls and your hard cock.
You playfully wiggle it at me, breaking my dazed stare. I move behind you to place a brief kiss on each sweet cheek. Then grabbing each in a hand, spread your cheeks wider before dipping my tongue into your crack. I love the feel of your rough hairs against my tongue. You groan loudly as I boldly explore.
My tongue traces your tight hole, swirling around, causing your breath to quicken. The hint of strawberry oil lingers on my tongue. I pull away from your darkly tempting anus, replacing my tongue with a finger. You push back, forcing my finger even deeper as a "Mmmmmm," rumbles in your throat.
"I found a second bead, baby." I'm not sure you even hear my whisper, you're so caught up in the sensations of my finger rubbing your prostate. I ease a little more oil into your hole with my finger before pushing in the first 3 beads, one after the other quickly. Your groan makes me smile. You try thrusting back onto the beads but, yelp as I slap your ass hard.
"It's my turn," I remind you thickly. I push in 2 more beads as I kiss the red mark my hand left.
I ease the next 2 beads in, with slight pauses in between each one. The beads get progressively bigger on the strand, the smallest being the size of a pencil eraser, the largest the size of a shooter marble. You whimper quietly, not because of any discomfort, because of my agonizingly slow insertion. Your hungry hole stretches accepting each bead, your back is relaxed, your hard cock dripping onto the comforter.
"Please baby, more," You beg and roll your hips a little. My insides clench, you're complete submission, begging for more, a massive turn on. I continue the slow torturing pace as I push the last of the beads inside.