(To have anal sex with her girlfriend, Abagail first needs to give a little)
“I love the way you dyed your hair,” Abagail said to Catherine. She grabbed a handful of white hair, then smushed Catherine’s sweaty, o-mouthed face into the pillows. Abagail Rose her left leg off her knee, slightly crouching to slam her strap furiously into her partner’s cunt. Catherine’s ass jiggled from the assault.
Catherine and Abagail had been seeing each other for roughly two weeks. They were currently having sex in Abagail’s private room in her shared apartment. They didn’t bother to stay quiet.
“Oh god, you’re so good at that. I’m so close,” squealed Catherine. Abagail couldn’t particularly hear due to the muffling of the pillow, but even then she wouldn’t have paid particular attention. Catherine’s shaking ass was hypnotic. Abagail brought down her hand, hard, with a loud smack, and left a dark red handprint.
Catherine gasped. “Yes, abuse me!”
Abagail smacked Catherine again, interchanging hands and cheeks. Catherine shrieked each time, the pain passing a threshold where Catherine unconsciously started the shrink away into the sheets. Abagail left Catherine’s ass a hot, red target. Catherine pushed back against Abagail with desire, begging to be completely taken.