Tessa flipped onto all fours, hands planted on the mattress, ass perched right at the edge of the bed, cheeks spread slightly.
I crouched behind her, tongue diving straight into her pussy—licking deep, tasting her wetness, swirling around her clit before thrusting inside.
She moaned loud, pushing back. I fingered her next—two sliding in easy, curling against her front wall, pumping fast while my tongue flicked her clit.
Then I focused on the buttplug—a black one with a jeweled pink base, nestled tight between her cheeks, stretching her hole just enough to make it gape slightly around it.
I grabbed the base, twisted slow, pulling gently then pushing back in.
Tessa gasped. "Fuck—that feels good—"
I played with it more—short pulls, twists, watching her hole clench and release.
Then I pulled it out fully with a wet plop, her ass gaping open for a second before winking closed.
"Fuck, that felt good," Tessa moaned. "I never thought I'd enjoy anal this much."
