Keepthoseeyeslockedonmine on Nostr: You always gripped your fists when he was about to fuck your arse. He'd started this ...
You always gripped your fists when he was about to fuck your arse. He'd started this thing where, as his cock hovered around your arsehole, he'd push a finger between your thumb and clenched fingers, forcing it into your palm right as his cock opened you up and penetrated you. It became so synonymous with getting fucked that it became foreplay, the perfect way to have you instantly soaked, craving a cock in your arse.
One night, out with him and the boys, you jokingly slammed your fist on the table, an exaggerated sign of your disagreement with one of them.
"She's got an iron grip", said your man, nodding towards your fist.
They laughed, doubting your strength.
"Go on them, try her, force a finger inside that fist."
It was a game to them. Your face instantly flushed, imagining yourself bent over that table. As his finger pushed, you felt your arsehole clamp, your pussy gush, you bit your lip as you craved for him to fuck your arse right there.
One night, out with him and the boys, you jokingly slammed your fist on the table, an exaggerated sign of your disagreement with one of them.
"She's got an iron grip", said your man, nodding towards your fist.
They laughed, doubting your strength.
"Go on them, try her, force a finger inside that fist."
It was a game to them. Your face instantly flushed, imagining yourself bent over that table. As his finger pushed, you felt your arsehole clamp, your pussy gush, you bit your lip as you craved for him to fuck your arse right there.