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Abel

“What do I want today?” I asked, smearing some more of the lotion on my dick.

She nodded. I pulled her good leg out, bent it at the knee, and pushed it toward her chest. I then squeezed half the bottle of lotion onto the flat of her belly. She watched my movements expectantly.

“Your arse, Lana. I want to fuck your arse today.”

She blinked rapidly at first, trying to process my words, then her eyes went wide when it registered. She opened her mouth, to scream perhaps, but I stopped her right on time, dipping a finger into the lotion and taking the tip of it to her arsehole.

“Relax. You have to trust me on this. I promise, you'll enjoy it,” I coaxed, circling the tight, dark pink, virgin ring, smearing lotion over it evenly. “But first, for safety measures, I'm going to fill your tight, little hole with this. You're going to so love it.” I dipped my finger in the lotion again, and she watched, entranced, a dainty red dusting her cheeks, caution in her eyes, alongside excitement and