The head of his cock against Selene's buttocks, her warm, swollen hole puckering, slick with spit and a mixture of their juices now dribbling down her peach crack. It throbbed as if seeking her, the weight of his cock squishing her soft, plump meat.
Selene's body stiffened, the reality of the situation causing her to panic.
"N-Nikolai—wait," she whispered, twisting her upper body toward him, strands of dark hair clinging to her damp cheeks. "That's not… you're not going to—"
"I am."
He responded in a low, steady voice filled with a lustful, husky tone.
It almost felt like he was telling her about the weather.
"But... that's my ass!" she squeaked, her thighs trembling as his hands spread her cheeks apart, letting air into her parted holes.
