—•NORA•—

Almost of its own will, my tongue darted out, tracing a slow, wet stripe over Alex’s asshole.

Alex shuddered above me, a low groan rumbling in his chest.

“Aurrgghh! Yeah, keep going,” he grunted, his ass pressing down onto my face. “Work that tongue, Nora. Eat my asshole good.”

I obeyed, my hands gripping his muscular thighs as I buried my face deeper into his ass.

My tongue traced and probed his asshole, circling before pushing insistently inside.

It tasted salty, musky, and earthy.

I felt the tight ring of muscle clench and flutter against my tongue.

“Shit, girl… right there,” Alex grunted, grinding his ass against my face....