Sylvia's hips and ass cheeks formed that perfect upside-down heart shape every man dreams of. Between those supple cheeks rested a lovely little puckered ring, and it was wet and ready for him. Mark stepped to the edge of the bed and reached out to gently touch her right cheek. She flinched at that touch, and they could hear her suck in a breath and hold it.
"You need to relax and breathe," he murmured as he lined up his slick b***r with her throbbing pucker.
Beneath the covers, Sylvia's heart was racing. Her eyes were wide as she felt Mark's strong fingers squeezing her cheek and spreading her open. He told me to breathe, she reminded herself as she tried to do so without hyperventilating. Her lips parted when she felt the warm, slippery tip of his c**k pressing into the rubbery ring of
