Claire wanted it. I gave it to her.

She always complained about why men don't spend enough time down there. Just bad luck, I guess. because she won't need her toys for weeks after I am done with her tonight. She was already waiting at her place, in just a gown. All the sexting had us both turned on. She opened the door. Didn't say a word. Walked over to her couch. took off her gown, petite and perky tits, smoothly shaved pussy. Perfect. She sat down, wiggled to the edge, lifted her legs up, wrapped her hands around her legs exposing her pussy and ass completely. She is flexible. Dinner is served. She said," Change my mind". That's all the invitation I needed.

With a smile playing on my lips, I approached her, feeling the anticipation thrumming through my veins. I could feel my own arousal, hinting at the delights to come. I began to undress, every article of clothing falling away to reveal the raw, primal desire within me. She watched me with unabated intensity, her eyes never leaving my body as I slipped out of my shirt and trousers.

Slowly, I knelt before her, my hands hovering just above her lithe legs. Her breath hitched as my fingers lightly traced the contours of her thighs, her anticipation and need palpable in the air. She licked her lips, her breaths shallow and deliberate as I inched closer, my fingers brushing the soft, velvety skin of her pussy.

I looked up at her, leaned down and gave her a long wet lick from her asshole to her clit. Again, and again. Stimulating her entire bottom.

Her moans grew louder, her body trembling with each lick, her arousal only intensifying with every passing moment. I could sense her desire building, her body begging for release. And I was more than happy to oblige.

With a renewed sense of purpose, I delved between her legs, my tongue exploring every inch of her glistening folds. I could taste her sweet nectar, intoxicating and intoxicating. She cried out, her hands digging into the cushions of the couch, her hips bucking against my face in a frenzy.

I continued to tease her, my tongue flicking against her clit, her inner walls, her entrance. Each touch more intense than the last, her pleasure building to a crescendo. And then, just as I felt she was on the brink of shattering, of releasing all her pent-up desires, I stopped. I go down and start rimming her tight asshole. She let out a sad moan of not being made to cum but I am gonna deny her the orgasm. I start rimming her tight asshole with my strong tongue.

I knew I had her on the edge, her body screaming for release, but I enjoyed the game of denial. I wanted to prolong the anticipation, to heighten her pleasure, to make her beg.

Her moans grew louder, more desperate, her body writhing in a mix of pleasure and frustration. I could feel her heart pounding against my face, her arousal radiating through her skin. She was mine, and she knew it. She knew that I held all the power in this moment.

I continued to tease her, licking and nibbling at her asshole, driving her wild with desire. Her hips bucked against me, her hands clenching the cushions of the couch. She was close, so close to the edge, but I refused to let her fall. I wanted to draw this out, to make her feel every single sensation, every single inch of her body trembling with need. I show no mercy as i start to tongue fuck her asshole.

Her breathing was ragged, her body trembling with each thrust of my tongue, and her moans grew more urgent. I could see the tension building in her muscles, her body tensed and poised on the brink of ecstasy. I lifted my head, grinning wickedly as I watched the anguish in her eyes.

"Beg for it," I commanded, my voice low and seductive. "Beg for your release."

Her eyes widened, and for a brief moment, I saw the fire in her gaze. She wanted this—needed it, with a desperation I found intoxicating. Her hands gripped the couch cushions even tighter as she forced out the words, her voice hoarse with desire.

"Please, please make me cum. I need it so badly. Just let me come, please."

I couldn't resist any longer. With a smile i start to suck on her clit relentlessly

Her body arched off the couch, her back bowing as she gave in to the pleasure that had been building for so long. Her moans became guttural as she reached the peak of her arousal, her hips bucking wildly. I felt her muscles clench around my tongue, her body trembling as she cried out in ecstasy.

As she came, I continued to lap at her sensitive flesh, savoring the taste of her release. Her body trembled, still wracked with the aftershocks of her orgasm. She sank back onto the couch, weak and breathless, her eyes closed in bliss.

I took a moment to savor the victory, the power I held over her. But it was only for a moment. I knew she wanted more, and so did I.

I stood up slowly, giving her a chance to catch her breath. I could see her eyes glaze over with desire as she eyes my rock-hard cock.

I stepped closer to her, my erection brushing against her leg. She reached up and grabbed it, stroking it gently. Her eyes were filled with hunger, and I could tell she was ready for me.

I leaned down and gently kissed her lips, our tongues dancing together. She moaned softly, her hands running up and down my back, pulling me closer. I slowly removed her hand from my cock, taking control of the situation.

She watched me intently, her eyes never leaving my cock. She licked her lips, eager for what was to come.

I positioned myself at her entrance, pressing the head of my cock against her wet pussy. She let out a soft gasp, her hips moving slightly to meet me. I slowly pressed forward, sinking deeper into her with each thrust.

Her moans filled the room.

I could feel her warmth enveloping me, her muscles gripping my cock like a vice. She was tight, yet so incredibly wet and welcoming. I moved inside her, slowly at first, savoring the feel of her body wrapping around me.

Her moans grew louder, her hips bucking to meet my every thrust. She was completely lost in the moment, her body betraying her every thought and desire. I could see the desire in her eyes, the hunger for more.

I increased my pace, my hips pistoning in and out of her, driving myself deeper into her warm, wet pussy. She cried out, her hands gripping my back, her nails digging into my skin as she thrust her hips up to meet mine.

Her moans were like music to my ears, a symphony of pure pleasure. I could feel myself getting closer, closer to the edge. I knew I had to stop, to draw this out. I pulled out and without warning pressed against her tight asshole and the head popped in lubricated by her own juices. Her eyes went wide and she screamed. "slow slow slow" she moaned out.

I listened to her pleas, my heart pounding with anticipation and desire. This was what she wanted, what she needed. I slowly began to thrust in and out of her tight asshole, feeling the resistance but also the heat and tightness that enveloped my cock.

Her moans turned into sobs, a mix of pleasure and pain. I could feel the walls of her asshole tightening around me, gripping me in a way that sent shivers down my spine. I knew I had to be careful, to not hurt her, but I also wanted to give her the pleasure she craved.

I continued to fuck her ass, my thrusts growing deeper and harder with each passing moment. Her body trembled, her screams filling the room. I could see the raw intensity in her eyes, the desire to be pushed to the limits.

As I thrust in and out, I reached down and played with her clit, rubbing it with my thumb.

She cried out, her body convulsing with the onset of another orgasm. I could feel her muscles clenching around my cock, her asshole gripping me tightly as she came again and again. Her screams filled the room, her body writhing in a frenzy of pleasure and pain.

I increased my pace, my hips pounding deeper into her asshole as I felt myself growing closer to my own release. I could feel the tension building in my balls, the pressure mounting until I knew I couldn't hold back any longer.

With one final thrust, I let out a primal roar as I filled her ass with my hot, sticky cum. She moaned and screamed, her body shaking and trembling with the force of our combined orgasms.

As we lay there, sweaty and breathless, I knew I had taken her to the edge and beyond. She had begged for it, craved it. Round one of our long night.