“Bend over, Jess,” he ordered me, laying a hand on my back and giving me a steady push. He could assault my ass end easier, part the twin cheeks, and press his fingers even closer to the tight clenched hole where one night weeks before he’d planted his leather-covered fingers. This time, he just massaged, his fingers pressing, but not going beyond the door. I wondered why, until he pulled me up and pushed me to the bedroom. It would be easier on the bed to probe me, where he had total access, and a jar of softening cream, and a place where he could kneel behind me.
I’d been on hands and knees for him before, but not like this. While I buried my head in the comforter, he buried his in my behind. He was licking me slowly to start, at my p***y, the hole, the clit and all the creases and vall
