Anna Morna’s Intimate Pov Encounter

Claire sat on the edge of her bed and watched as I took off my jacket, blouse and bra, folding them and placing them on the least dirty looking pile of clothes I could see. I grabbed another two cans, handed one to Claire and sat beside her before she could stop me with some other demand. On the one hand was an intellectual desire to get the hell out, and on the other hand was a very different desire focused below my waist. “Not today.” I hated anal play. The dildo, which had seemed the perfect size in my pussy, was now a giant monster invading my ass. I sent my tongue diving as deep into her as I could, feeling the velvety softness inside her pussy. She again skipped my crotch and began kissing up and down my thigh as her hand massaged the other thigh.