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As I reached her upper thighs, mid-conversation, she said, “Don’t be afraid to work my glutes too, babe. Really go in on my ass.” And then she went back to the conversation about dogs, and as I just kept up my progression she pivoted to asking about how I liked working at the Club and being back in town after three years away. And as I kneaded her ass, feeling those soft cheeks and the muscles underneath, I told her about how the job was fine for now, but I needed to try and get some sort of a social life going.

I couldn’t be sure if I imagined it or not, but as I manipulated her ass, her cheeks naturally pulling apart occasionally with the movements and I got little peeks at the thin black fabric covering her asshole and down to her mound, it felt like she was pushing her ass up at my hands.

And then I was moving on. Reluctantly, but I couldn’t tell myself I hadn’t finished being thorough and had been drifting into self-indulgence. I slid my hands up to her waist and the small of her