You said any way I wanted you, too”,
taking your hand and leading you to the couch, pointing the clicker over my shoulder at the stereo. Porn movie I rubbed it all over your ass, working some into your crack and fingering your tight little pink butthole. “Face that way”, I said, turning your butt toward me and straddling your leg over me. I cued Harold Budd’s ambient album, 86ing the last cut of Criolina, grabbed the bottle from the tub and the two glasses, and walked back over to the bed. I withdrew my tongue and put my arm between your legs on your tummy, holding you up. You had pulled the plug out of your ass, languidly sprawled out.
