Emily's face twisted—fear flashing in her eyes for the first time. "I... I won't—" She stammered, stepping back—
But Jasmine was faster.
With a sudden, violent movement, she lunged, gripping Emily's hips and yanking her forward. "If you're so afraid of getting pregnant—" She growled, her fingers digging into Emily's asscheeks, spreading them wide—"—why don't you take it in the ass?"
Emily's eyes bulged, her face flushing a deep, humiliated crimson as Jasmine's thumb pressed against her tight, virgin asshole, circling the puckered ring of muscle with slow, deliberate pressure. The air was thick with the scent of sex, cum, piss, sweat, and the musky, earthy aroma of fear and lust mingling together.
