Pure pleasure

Nothing on the tube worth watching, so we turn to each other. This time Gina wants to teach me about anal. She slicks her finger with lube, teases my rim in lazy circles, then pushes in, slow at first. My ring tightens, then gives. Heat blooms behind my balls and spreads. I breathe out; she breathes in, matching the rhythm, the pressure. Every slide of her knuckle pulls a fresh wave of pleasure up my spine. Later, when she adds a second finger and brushes the swollen gland, my cock throbs untouched. Gina kisses the small of my back, adds more lube, and keeps working me open until my hips push back of their own accord. Finally she coaxes me to mount her, her cunt slick, her ass nestled against my belly. I sink into her in one thrust; my balls swing against her clit. She moans, reaches behind, guides my cockhead to her smaller hole, and eases me inside while another toy fills her pussy, stretching both channels at once. The squeeze is brutal, divine. She meets every stroke, gasping when I bottom out against her, feeling the toy press against my own glans through thin inner walls. We come together in ragged jerks, sweat cooling on our skin, the living room light painting pale halos around us.