Red and Black

Her fingers slid inside and we both gasped, our wetness slick on her knuckles. She pushed deeper, curling just right, making me buck against her hand. Then her mouth replaced them, tongue hot and flat against my clit before she sucked hard enough to sting. We traded places without words. She rolled onto her knees, back dipped low, offering everything. I spread her open with both hands and pressed my tongue to her tight little hole first. Teasing the ring, feeling it clench. Then lower, through soaked folds, tasting salt and need. When I slid two fingers into her pussy and one into her ass at once, her moan came out thick, broken. We fucked like that for what felt like hours. One always grinding while the other used mouth or hands or the thick strap between my legs. She took it deep, back entrance stretching around the toy, thighs shaking every time I bottomed out. Her fingers rubbed her clit fast until she came with a sharp cry, everything pulsing tight around me. Anal never felt this good with anyone else. Warning wasn’t needed. We wanted the filth.