Anal Remembrance - part two

As Pancho approached Natasha from behind and gently caressed her shoulder, a shiver ran down her spine, sending tingles of anticipation through every fiber of her being. She turned around slowly, her eyes locking with his; there was a mix of shame and embarrassment etched on his weathered face. Pancho confessed that he wished to speak to her, to offer her an apology for past transgressions and express his remorse.

Natasha listened intently as he spoke, her eyes narrowing slightly at the sincerity in his voice. “You don't have to apologize,” she finally said, her tone softening a little. “We were both **** into that situation. You're right; ‘There was **** but to obey.’” Pancho persisted, however, driven by an insatiable desire for her approval.

“Can I ask like that?” he asked, his voice shaking with anticipation. “Did you feel any pleasure during anal penetration? Your anus… it was so tight around my cock, and I could sense your desperation. It seemed to me that you enjoyed it immensely.”

Natasha's eyes flashed with anger at this unwarranted intrusion into her private thoughts. She raised her hand and slapped him across the face hard enough to leave a red mark. “How dare you?” she spat out, turning on her heel and storming out of the bookstore. The **** of her departure left Pancho reeling, but he couldn't help but feel a sense of pride as he watched her disappear around the corner.

As Pancho watched Natasha walk away, he knew that he had to have her once again. His desire for her was uncontrollable, and he would do whatever it took to make their twisted desires a reality. He vowed to himself: I will get her to crave for me just as much as I crave for her, no matter how long it takes, and he made a silent promise to wait until the perfect moment arrived, when she would be ready to succumb to his unrelenting passion.

As she walked away, Natasha couldn't help but notice how her body seemed to respond to her emotions on its own. Her hips swayed hypnotically, as if guided by an unseen ****, shaking her ass like a professional stripper with every step. She felt a flush rise to her cheeks as she realized the way her body had betrayed her, betraying the secrets of their encounter in plain view.