The ABCs of Erotica - A is for Anal

She moaned in protest when his hands left her skin to pick up the soap again. Michael’s tender ministrations loosened her muscles as well as her inhibitions. He moved his hands around to her stomach and pressed himself against her back. Grace gasped as she felt the heat of his body against her skin. He was so hard and so hot.

His palms cupped her breasts, and he slicked soap into the cleavage between. Her breasts were full and firm, but her skin was velvety soft. Her nipples were puckered hard, and he lingered there a moment tracing the edges of her areolae. His fingers traveled down until they dipped inside her navel. Lower and lower, he continued to stroke and slide until Grace felt him spread her pussy lips apart.