Anal virgin

The moment Lana learned Alexa had never taken a cock back there, something inside her lit up. She pictured her girl on all fours, cheeks spread, tight little hole twitching under her tongue. Patience tore at her though. She had to wait until Alexa’s nerves quieted and her desire finally pushed through, until the afternoon Alexa finally lay stomach-down on the bed and lifted her hips without a word. Lana sank between her spread legs. She dragged the flat of her tongue over the cleft, tasting clean skin first, then the tight pucker that quivered at the contact. She circled, pressed, let spit gather until it slipped lower, wetting the fine hairs that led to Alexa’s cunt. Each pass opened the ring a fraction more. Alexa’s breath hitched; her thighs trembled. Lana sealed her lips, sucked softly, then pushed the tip inside. Warm, salt-sweet, impossibly narrow—every flutter squeezed her tongue like a living pulse. She worked deeper, tasting the faint resistance until the muscle eased, and with every slow thrust her own arousal slipped hot between her thighs.