This was going well. More than that: fantastic. Eric was revving up and this time, he was anticipating what was come. There'd be no mishaps. Amber could've whistled with pleasure and satisfaction, if she hadn't been otherwise occupied, softly blowing over his crack, playful. Not as if she had enough breath to spare for whistling, either.
"I said it could be amazing, didn't?" Talking kept her from stimulating him, but the break in sensation could serve as teasing, to heighten his desire. Anal wasn't a fetish of hers, or a favorite activity, but it was tillitating for being different and rare. Almost never anyone went down on this side of her. Getting a rim job, or other kinds of anal play and fucking, wasn't quite like hitting the jack pot; it was more like traveling for work: the change of pace spiced things up. Though, having done it mostly with near-strangers, the results so far had been mixed. "Of course, it can also be absolutely terrible. Oh, the stories I could tell."
Enough yammering. Amber nudged her face between his cheeks, into his concentrated heat. He had washed well, thankfully. He smelled like himself, but clean, too. So Amber had no qualms with going lower and deeper, into wrinkled skin and sparse pubic hair. She bit-- gently, gentlest of all this whole evening-- into one of his cheeks, just enough to give him a hint of her teeth. There, that should give him a jolt. She licked down to his anus, swirling her tongue against it; some of the lube must've fallen slipped to there, she could taste it. She wondered if she should stick with her mouth, or if Eric would be daring enough to accept fingers, too.
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"I said it could be amazing, didn't?" Talking kept her from stimulating him, but the break in sensation could serve as teasing, to heighten his desire. Anal wasn't a fetish of hers, or a favorite activity, but it was tillitating for being different and rare. Almost never anyone went down on this side of her. Getting a rim job, or other kinds of anal play and fucking, wasn't quite like hitting the jack pot; it was more like traveling for work: the change of pace spiced things up. Though, having done it mostly with near-strangers, the results so far had been mixed. "Of course, it can also be absolutely terrible. Oh, the stories I could tell."
Enough yammering. Amber nudged her face between his cheeks, into his concentrated heat. He had washed well, thankfully. He smelled like himself, but clean, too. So Amber had no qualms with going lower and deeper, into wrinkled skin and sparse pubic hair. She bit-- gently, gentlest of all this whole evening-- into one of his cheeks, just enough to give him a hint of her teeth. There, that should give him a jolt. She licked down to his anus, swirling her tongue against it; some of the lube must've fallen slipped to there, she could taste it. She wondered if she should stick with her mouth, or if Eric would be daring enough to accept fingers, too.