Anal plays

Kissing Chloe is different. She doesn’t rush. Her mouth opens slowly, her tongue curling into mine while her hand holds the back of my neck. Everything narrows to that single, slick point of contact. She slides the dildo lower. The tip nudges my asshole, already slick from earlier. She works it in with steady pressure, watching my face. I brace. The first stretch knocks the breath out of me, then the toy sinks deeper until the widest part gives way and my body swallows it whole. Heat shoots up my spine. She starts to fuck me with it. Short, measured thrusts at first, then longer ones. I feel myself opening around the shape, the ring of muscle flexing and giving each time she pulls back. The fullness makes my thighs shake. Before long the dildo in my ass is moving fast enough to rock my hips forward, and Chloe pushes her fingers into my cunt at the same time. Two holes filled, two different rhythms. The pressure where they meet is obscene, constant, unforgiving. I moan into her mouth, every thrust punching little sounds out of me that she swallows like they belong to her.