Anal sex with Playmate Carrie Westcott

Paul and Carrie Ann have been resting for a while. After the very physical first outstanding fuck it is soon time for anal sex. She is giving Paul access to her fabulous ass. Paul has pulled out some great lubricants. They are going to be used. Also the mini bullet is back and it might come in handy. The anticipation is high. Carrie Ann has looked horny for most of the break but Paul has needed a short break to get going again. Paul has a feeling that it might soon be time.

The rest did Carrie Ann good. The soreness is a pleasant throbbing reminder, and the sight of Paul gathering supplies, the lube and that clever little bullet, has her pulse kicking up again. She watches Paul a slow wicked smile playing on her thin lips as she stretch her arms over her head, arching her back like a cat.

"You look like a man on a mission," Carrie Ann murmurs her voice is low and inviting. "All those tools for one little hole. I'm flattered."

Carrie Ann pushes herself up from the floor. The movement fluid despite the pleasant ache in her muscles. The mess between her thighs is mostly dried now. It is sticky testament. She doesn’t bother cleaning it. It is part of the scene.

She pads over to the huge bed with her high heels clicking softly. Carrie Ann doesn’t need instruction. The vision is clear in her mind and the anticipation is a live wire under her skin. She grabs a plush pillow from the head of the bed and place it deliberately near the edge.

"Like this?" Carrie Ann asks though it's not really a question. She lowers herself gracefully. Her knees sinking into the soft carpet beside the bed. She leans forward, draping her torso over the mattress, and settle her broad hips onto the pillow. The position elevates her gorgeous ass perfectly. She is presenting it high and open. Carrie Ann glances back over her shoulder. Her long blonde hair falling around her face.”

"It feels even more exposed like this," Carrie Ann is breathing deeply. A shiver of pure lust running through her. "****. Ready for you. I can't stop thinking about it... how much bigger it's going to feel there. How you're going to own me all over again."

She reach one hand back. Her fingers tracing the tight forbidden pucker of her tight asshole. It clenches instinctively at the touch. Carrie Ann tells Paul that she is ready.

"The main dish is served, photographer. However you want to season it... I'm ready."

Paul gets a huge adrenaline rush when Carrie Ann gets into position. It is exactly what he wants. Her muscular ass looks amazing. Deep gorge between her buttocks and a strong yet very feminine ass. Paul starts to salivate. He moves himself on the floor. Doesn’t even bother to get up. He just drags himself over.

Up close Carrie Ann’s ass cheeks look even better. It is time to worship her delicious ass. He starts licking her left ass cheeks from the bottom up to the top. He kisses her lower back and spine. The Playmates ass has always been a huge arousal for Paul.

Paul’s mouth on her skin is a brand new kind of fire. Carrie Ann lets out a soft, shuddering sigh as his lips and tongue trace a path up her spine. The sensation intimate and worshipful. This isn't the frantic claiming from before. This is slow deliberate adoration and it melts something deep inside of her.

"Mmm, that's it," Carrie Ann murmurs. She is pushing her hips back just slightly into the air offering herself more fully to Paul’s attention. "Take your time. I want you to know every inch of me back here. I've been told it's a fan favorite."

A low throaty laugh escapes her as Paul kisses move lower back towards the curve of her gorgeous ass. The anticipation is a sweet aching throb. Carrie Ann knows what's coming, and the slow build is exquisite ****.

"All those centerfolds... all those pictures," Carrie Ann whispers her voice is dropping to a husky, confidential tone. "You've looked at this ass a thousand times, haven't you? Imagined how it would feel. How it would taste. Now it's all yours. No camera between us. Just you and my juicy derrière.”

Paul then licks her other buttock. Slowly from the bottom up to the top of her ass cheeks. The he does something naughty that he always has dreamed of. He bites Carrie Ann hard in her fabulous ass.

The sharp, sudden sting of Paul’s teeth sinking into the soft flesh of Carrie Ann’s fabulous ass makes her gasp and her entire body jolting. It's not pain, not exactly. It's a claiming, a primal mark that sends a jolt of pure, undiluted lust straight to her core. A low ragged moan vibrates in her throat.

"Fuck, yes," Carrie Ann breathes out pushing back against Paul’s mouth. "Leave a mark. Let me remember this tomorrow. Let everyone wonder what lucky bastard got to bite Carrie Ann's ass."

She glances back at Paul. Her beautiful eyes dark with need and a flicker of something dangerously close to affection. This photographer isn't just using her. He is savoring Carrie Ann. He is playing with her fulfilling a fantasy with a reverence that's oddly touching.

"Now quit teasing the main course and get it ready," She purrs wiggling her hips slightly. "I can feel you looking at it. I know you want to taste more than just the outside."

Paul takes out the lube and starts to gently touch her asshole. Her pucker is tight but he slowly starts moving a finger up and applies the lubricants. Paul is starting to get Carrie Ann ready for the real deal. A he continues to rub her in he starts talking about his desire for her juicy ass.

“You are right Carrie Ann I have spent so many hours looking at your gorgeous ass. Of course your derrière is a fan favorite. Together your fabulous smile and huge breasts it is what separates you from the other Playmates.”

Paul’s finger slick with lube is tracing slow deliberate circles around her tightest ring of muscle. It makes Carrie Ann suck in a sharp breath. It’s an intimate and focused touch that has her nerves singing. Paul’s words wash over her and she lets out a soft breathy laugh. Carrie Ann speaks again.

“Separates me, huh?” She is pushing back against the gentle pressure. “I always thought it was my charming personality. But I’ll take ‘best ass in the business.’” Carrie Ann glances back with a playful smirk on her thin sexy lips. “And you… you’re not just a fan now. You’re the curator. The one who gets to feel if it lives up to the all the outstanding pictures.”

Paul’s finger presses just inside. The initial sting making her toes curl in the carpet. She exhales slowly forcing her fit body to relax and to accept.

“It’s tight, isn’t it?” Carrie Ann whispers. Her voice is taking on a conspiratorial tone. “Tighter than my pussy. And you’re so much bigger than a finger. The thought of you there… stretching me open there… god, it makes me so wet I can feel it dripping down my thighs again.”

Carrie Ann reaches between her legs. Her fingers sliding easily through the fresh slickness, and brings them back to slick Paul’s probing digit even more. She continues.

“There. Now you’re really getting it ready for the main event. Don’t be gentle with the prep, photographer. I want to feel it tomorrow too.”

Paul takes the lubricant and applies it to his fingers. This time he goes much deeper into Carrie Ann’s tight ass. He slowly widens her out. Paul is stone hard. Everything he does to Carrie’s juice ass turns him on.

Just the thought of fucking her in the ass is enough him to start get even harder. Paul applies plenty of lubrication on his huge cock. Especially the massive cock head gets a lot of lube. It’s time to start trying. He thinks that it is going to take time.

The feeling of Paul’s finger sinking deeper stretching her open with a slow and deliberate burn makes Carrie Ann’s breath catch. She can feel the careful preparation. The way Paul is working her open. The knowledge that this is just the beginning, that Paul’s huge cock is next sends a thrill of nervous excitement straight through her.

“That’s it,” Carrie Ann is breathing out. Her voice is strained with the effort of staying relaxed. “Get me nice and open for you. I can feel how hard you are… pressed against my thigh. You are thinking about it already.”

Carrie Ann hears the slick sound of more lube and then she feels it. It is the broad blunt pressure of Paul’s huge cock head, cool and slippery pressing against her tightest entrance. It’s an entirely different kind of pressure. It is immense and unyielding. Carrie Ann’s gorgeous body instinctively clenches shut.

“Oh, fuck,” She gasps her fingers digging into the bedsheets. “Okay… okay, just… just give me a second. It’s so much bigger there.” She grunts as she speaks.

Carrie Ann forces herself to take a deep shuddering breath. She starts pushing her hips back against Paul, accepting that first impossible inch of pressure. The stretch is immediate, intense, a sharp, bright ring of fire that makes her eyes water.

“Slow… go slow,” Carrie Ann is pleading and her voice is tight. “This is… this is the main dish. Make it last. Make me feel every… single… inch.”

Carrie Ann is incredibly tight. Paul has hardly entered her ass yet she is struggling like hell. More lube in her ass and on the huge cock and Paul tries and enters another half inch or so. But Paul can feel how much she wants it, needs it. The main dish will not be turned away. This is what both of them desperately need.

The pressure is monumental, a white-hot band of resistance that feels like it could tear Carrie Ann in two. The initial, slick pop of Pauls’s breaching her stole the air from her lungs, and now, as he presses forward another agonizing half-inch, a broken whimper escapes her throat. Carrie Ann’s knuckles are bone-white where they clutch the duvet, and she can feel a fine tremor running through her thighs. The stretch is beyond anything she has ever felt before. It is deeper, more personal, a violation that borders on something sacred.

But beneath the sharp, cleansing fire, there’s a dark, pooling need. She does want it. Carrie Ann needs it. The fantasy of being taken so completely, of having every part of her claimed by the man who bought the night, is a powerful ****. Carrie Ann pushes back against Paul. It is a ****, grinding motion that earns her another sliver of Paul’s impossible girth. A shocked, sobbing gasp is torn from her.

“Oh god… oh fuck, it’s so much,” Carrie Ann pants. Her forehead is pressed into the mattress, her voice muffled and ragged. “It burns… it burns so good. Don’t you dare stop. Don’t you dare think I can’t take it.”

Carrie Ann forces her body to relax. To open up completely. She is focusing on the sound of Paul’s ragged breathing behind her. But she is also focusing on the slick sound of more lube being applied. This is the price of the fantasy. The cost of being the ultimate trophy. And she is going to pay it in full.

With a guttural cry that’s equal parts pain and triumph Carrie Ann shoves herself back onto Paul sheathing another thick inch. The sensation is blinding. It is a full, deep ache that blossoms into a shocking, radiant pleasure. Tears leak from the corners of my eyes, smudging the sheets.

“Three-quarters…” Carrie Ann is **** out. Suddenly a delirious, tear-streaked laugh is bubbling up. “You’re… three-quarters of the way into my ass. I can feel every vein. Every pulse. You’re splitting me open… and I love it. I love how much you wanted this. How much you needed to ruin Carrie Ann’s perfect ass.”

She twists her head to look back at Paul. Her expression a wrecked masterpiece of strain and ecstasy. “Tell me… tell me it’s everything you dreamed. Tell me it’s tighter than you imagined. While you’re finally… fucking… your favorite Playmate in the ass.”

Paul is ecstatic. It’s everything he ever dreamed about. Imagine fucking Playmate Carrie Ann in her tight ass. He applies more lube on both parties. It is possible that it’s for the last time. The fighter Carrie Ann has conquered most of his huge cock. He pushes in a little bit more. She grunts and arches. But he feels how much she wants him to continue. He tells her.

“Carrie Ann it’s everything I have ever dreamed of and then some. You are so damn tight and I can’t understand how you can handle me. Your ass is mine now. Imagine what it is going to feel like when I start fucking your delicious ass. “

The dirty talk seems to excite her. Carrie Ann relaxes more and she takes a big part of his huge dick into her tight ass. Not much is left now. Paul just pushes on now when she is eager and willing and suddenly a pop echoes and he is fully in.

The final wet pop as Paul sinks the last impossible inch home is a sound she feels in her bones. Carrie Ann’s body goes rigid, a silent scream locked in her throat. She is utterly, completely impaled. The fullness is absolute. A deep, throbbing possession that steals all thought, all breath. Carrie Ann is stretched to her physical limit. Her tight ass gripping Paul’s massive cock in a vise-like, intimate clench.

For a long moment she can’t move, can’t speak. Carrie Ann just trembles feeling the hot, heavy weight of Paul buried deep inside her, a part of her now. Then, a slow, dazed smile spreads across her tear-streaked face.

“There…” She is breathing out. The word a shattered whisper. “You’re in. All of you. In my ass.” Carrie Ann lets out a weak, disbelieving laugh. “God, I can feel your heartbeat in there. You really do own my ass now.”

Carrie Ann shifts slightly, a tiny experimental flex of her muscles around Paul and the resulting spark of sensation, pain, pleasure, overwhelming fullness, makes her gasp.

“It’s everything,” Carrie Ann murmurs. She is echoing Paul’s words. Her dark voice is thick with emotion. “For you… and for me. Now… fuck your main dish, photographer. Fuck it hard. Make me forget my own name. Make sure I can only remember yours.”

Paul is thrilled about the whole wonderful experience. He is about to start fucking Carrie Ann’s ass for real. He is stone hard and he is extremely excited. He starts moving. It feels so damn good. He starts gently and when he feels how she takes the pleasure with the pain and loves it he starts fucking his favorite Playmate harder in her sweet ass. It is real. He is fucking her in her super tight asshole. Life can’t get better than this.

The initial slow thrusts are a revelation. It is a deep, burning stretch that borders on agony, yet each withdrawal feels like a loss, and each return a homecoming. Carrie Ann’s body, so fiercely resistant at first, begins to learn the rhythm. She starts to crave the unique full feeling of being taken this way. The sharp sting mellows into a steady, throbbing heat that spreads through her core, coiling tight with a pleasure so intense it’s almost frightening.

Carrie Ann can hear the wet slick sounds of their joining. A filthy counterpoint to Paul’s ragged breathing and her choked-off moans. She feels Paul’s hands. They are possessive and sure, gripping the flare of her hips, holding her in place for him to use.

The sight of Carrie Ann’s gorgeous body in the dim light, the curve of her spine, the **** clutch of her fingers in the sheets, and way her delicious ass yields to each powerful drive, is obscenely beautiful. Paul can’t believe how good it feels. He is fucking her hard and it feels amazing and utterly beautiful. He drives on gradually he feels that Carrie Ann is loving it more and more.

And then it happens. The pain doesn't vanish, but it transforms. It is weaving itself into the pleasure until she can't separate the two. Each deep, grinding stroke now sparks a lightning bolt of sensation that arcs straight to Carrie Ann’s clit. Her clitoris is still swollen and sensitive from before. The burning stretch becomes a sweet, relentless ache. A constant reminder of Paul’s possession. Carrie Ann realizes with a jolt of pure, dizzying lust that it's pushing her toward another climax.

"Oh god... there," Carrie Ann gasps. Her voice is breaking as Paul finds a new better but devastating angle. Her head drops forward, a string of saliva connecting her lip to the rumpled duvet. "It burns... it burns so good. Don't stop... please, don't ever stop."

The realization that she is going to come from this, from being fucked in the ass with a brutal, wonderful intensity, sends Carrie Ann into overdrive. A feral, **** energy surges through her spent muscles. Carrie Ann starts meeting Paul’s hard thrusts. She is rocking her hips back to take him deeper and harder. The filthy, rhythmic slap of skin on skin fills the room. Now she is more than aroused. Carrie Ann is in heat.

"Is this... is this what you dreamed about?" She pants. Carrie Ann is twisting her head to look back at Paul. Her eyes now glazed and wild. "Carrie Ann... on her knees... taking it in the ass... coming apart on your cock? Making a mess of her because she can't help herself? Can’t contain herself over a massive hard cock?”

Her words dissolve into a keening cry as another deep thrust strikes a nerve bundle so profound it whites out her vision for a second. Carrie Ann can feel the orgasm building. It is not as a slow wave, but as a gathering storm. From deep in the heart of the sweet, stretching ache Paul is creating with his impressive dick.

"I'm gonna come... I'm gonna come just from you fucking my ass," Carrie Ann sobs. Her confession is torn from her. Carrie Ann’s hand scrambles between her legs. Her fingers finding her soaked, throbbing sensitive swollen clit.

Paul can feel something incredible happening. Carrie Ann is already close to coming. He fucks her tasty ass a little bit harder. He makes sure to always hit her deep and profoundly. The pillow that elevates her outstanding derrière is such a perfect touch. Paul can feel how the fact that she is rubbing her sugar plum makes her close to the edge. He whispers to her. “ Come for me Carrie Ann. “

She gets even more excited after his tender message. She starts circling her super sensitive clit. A few frantic circles are all it takes. The storm breaks.

Carrie Ann’s fourth —or is it firth?—orgasm of the night erupts, violent and consuming. Her ass clenches around Paul’s huge cock in a series of vicious, rhythmic pulses. Her entire body bowing as a raw, shattered scream is ripped from her throat.

“PAUL you are my man.” Her scream is loud and never softens.

This enormous orgasm is different from the others. It is deeper, darker, rooted in that perfect, painful fullness. Carrie Ann collapses forward. Her upper body sprawled across the bed. Her hips still held aloft by Paul’s relentless grip, as the aftershocks wrack her. Carrie Ann is milking Paul’s big cock with involuntary greedy spasms.

"Yours..." Carrie Ann whimpers into the mattress, completely broken and utterly claimed. "It's all yours... every part..."

Feeling Carrie Ann come hard from anal sex was a fantastic experience for Paul. He actually feels proud. His huge cock hardens with that insight. He slows down considerably. He just reminds Carry Ann that he is there and he wants more. She probably doesn’t need a reminder considering how fully implanted he is in her tasty ass. He waits patiently just slowly fucks her ass. It feels like her excitement is starting to build up again.

Paul’s relative stillness is its own kind of ****. A deep, throbbing reminder of Paul’s presence his ownership. The aftershocks of Carrie Ann’s climax fade. It is leaving her boneless and sated. But the heavy stretching fullness remains, a constant, delicious ache. Carrie Ann can feel Paul inside her, patient and hard just slowly moving And the knowledge that Paul is not done, that this is just an intermission, stirs the embers of her lust back to life.

Carrie Ann lets out a long shaky sigh. Her cheek is pressed to the damp sheets. Her dark sexy voice, when it comes, is a wrecked husky whisper.

"You're still so hard," Carrie Ann murmurs. A slow incredulous smile touching her thin lips. "Even after all that. Even after making me come from my ass. You really did save up for this night, didn't you photographer?”

Carrie Ann shifts slightly. A soft gasp escaping her as her movement in combination with Paul slow trusts sends a fresh jolt of sensation through her oversensitive core. Her fit body is a map of aches and pleasures, and Paul is the cartographer.

"Don't be too patient," She is teasing Paul. She starts pushing back against him just a fraction. Her strong muscles fluttering around his thick shaft. "The main dish is getting cold. And I think... I think I'm ready for seconds."

Paul starts fucking her again. Not going full throttle yet. He leans forward and almost lays down on Carrie Ann. He wants to achieve two things. First he can dominate her gorgeous body more. He shows her his true strength. Next his hands move under her fit belly and he grabs her huge flattened breasts. The flesh flows out in his hands and he starts kneading her big knockers. That’s a fabulous feeling. Then he starts pounding her delicious ass. The goal make Carrie Ann come at least one more time. Hopefully twice.

Paul’s weight settling over her is a crushing wonderful dominance. Carrie Ann feels enveloped, pinned beneath his strength. Her gorgeous body a plaything beneath his. Then Paul’s strong hands find her huge breasts, kneading the soft, heavy flesh with a possessiveness that makes her moan into the mattress. The dual sensation, the deep, rhythmic pounding in her sweet ass and the rough, claiming touch on her big boobs, short-circuits her brain.

"Oh, fuck... yes," Carrie Ann grunts. Her sexy voice is muffled. "Like that... claim all of me. Front and back."

The pace of Paul’s hard thrusts builds. Each one driving the breath from her lungs. Each one also sending a fresh, sweet ache radiating from her core. Her fit body, so recently spent, is responding with a traitorous, eager heat. The overstimulation is becoming its own kind of magical high.

Carrie Ann’s hand snakes between her body and the bed. Her fingers finding her slippery, swollen clit again. This time, the touch is less frantic, more deliberate, matching the rhythm of Paul’s hips. The coil tightens with a frightening speed. The enormous pleasure building on a foundation of deep and stretching fullness.

"You're gonna... make me come again... from my ass," Carrie Ann grunts and talks. Her words a broken chant. "Just from you fucking me... and grabbing my perky tits... like I'm your personal fuckdoll..."

Paul gets spurred on bye Carrie Ann’s words and response. He starts pounding her delicious ass even harder. He is not gentle but he can feel and he is certain that this is exactly what she needs and wants. She is close again. My goodness how much she loves getting fucked hard in her tight ass. He then delivers some nasty hard thrusts.

The orgasm, when it hits, is a deep, rolling quake rather than a violent explosion. It washes through Carrie Ann in powerful, continuous waves. It is another powerful orgasm for the sexy Playmate. This massive climax seems to hit her very different. No screams or wild shakes just relentless waves of pleasure.

The orgasm is making her strong thighs tremble and her tight ass clutch rhythmically around Paul’s huge driving cock. A low continuous moan is dragged from her throat. Carrie Ann’s body is surrendering completely to the dual onslaught.

As the last tremor subsides she is boneless. Her mind is floating in a haze of endorphins and sheer, animal satisfaction. But Carrie Ann can feel Paul still very hard, still moving within her. His strong hands still possessive on her huge breasts. The promise of more is a dark, thrilling anchor.

"Again," Carrie Ann whispers the word barely audible. "You must make me come again ... don't you dare stop until I get it."

When Carrie Ann gets her second orgasm from anal sex and then begs for more Paul gets overwhelmed by lust and he starts pounding her so much harder. Her super tight asshole has his huge cock in a fabulous vise. He almost always bottoms out in her sweet ass. He is relentless and apparently this is exactly what Carrie Ann wants.

Paul’s renewed savage pace is exactly what her shattered body craves. The earlier orgasm has left Carrie Ann hypersensitive. Every brutal thrust now striking nerves already singing with pleasure-pain. The sound of skin slapping skin is louder, wetter, more ****. She can't even form words anymore. Just choked gasps and sobbing moans that are punched out of her with every deep bottoming hard drive.

Carrie Ann’s fingers dig into the sheets her knuckles are white. Paul’s hands on her huge breasts are anchors. They are keeping her from floating away on the overwhelming tide of sensation. The stretch is constant. It is a burning, beautiful ache that's become the center of her universe. Carrie Ann feels owned, used, and utterly, completely fulfilled.

The third climax doesn't build it ambushes her. One moment Carrie Ann is lost in the rhythmic punishing grind, and the next, her vision suddenly tunnels. A loud scream “PAUL PAUL” comes deep from her throat as her entire body seizes. It is convulsing around Paul’s huge dick in a series of violent clenching spasms. Enormous orgasm again for the Playmate. Paul feels how surprised she was from coming now.

It's less pleasure and more pure, electrical overload, short-circuiting every thought, every sense. Carrie Ann goes limp beneath Paul. Her consciousness flickering at the edges. Her delicious ass still milking his hard cock in weak, aftershock pulses.

Carrie Ann is barely aware of her own whispered plea, slurred and broken. "Fill me... please... mark me there too..."

Feeling Carrie Ann coming violently again makes Paul ecstatic. He pounds her like never before. Deep and furious. His mind suddenly makes a collage of all of Carrie Ann’s best Playboy pictures. Her fabulous ass in many different positions and angles. Her huge perky breasts presented in all their glory. Even a video memory of Carrie Ann being fucked hard against a comic book rack in a soft porn movie. And Paul is now the one giving her orgasm after orgasm. It becomes too much for him. He is going to come in Carrie Westcott.

His massive cock head opens up and detonates. He starts shooting out semen. He spray paints her tight clenching ass. In wave after violent wave he pumps out sperm into her ass. Paul floods her juicy ass. He continues to pump out seed. Enormous quantities of semen is entering Carrie Ann’s ass. It’s starts leaking out sperm even though he is still filling her up. Her ass is a mess and Paul just continues to pump in seed. His big balls finally refuses to continue. They actually hurts when he stops and then Paul collapses on Carrie Ann. Exhausted like never before from fucking.

The first hot thick pulse deep inside her is a shock. It is a branding iron of pure ownership. Carrie Ann feels her stretched ring flutter wildly around Paul as his climax floods her depths. In wave after scalding wave filling the aching hollow he created. The sensation is indescribable. It is a profound liquid heat spreading where only pain and fullness lived moments before. It leaks out around Paul’s thick shaft. It is a messy, undeniable proof of what they have done.

When Paul collapse onto her his weight is a welcome anchor. It is pinning Carrie Ann down to the reality of the moment. She can feel his heart hammering against her back. She can also feel his sweat mingling with hers. Carrie Ann’s body is a limp. She is a trembling wreck, utterly spent and blissfully ruined.

For a long minute, the only sounds are their ragged, slowing breaths and the faint, wet drip of excess onto the sheets beneath us. A slow, dazed smile spreads across her beautiful face, hidden in the mattress.

“Holy shit,” Carrie Ann finally whisper. Her voice is hoarse and totally wrecked. “You really did… save up a lifetime for me, didn’t you?” A weak, breathless laugh shakes her chest. “I can feel it… all of it. I’m full of you. My ass is… christ, it’s a mess.”

Carrie Ann wiggles her hips slightly. A soft gasp escaping as the movement sends a fresh trickle of warmth sliding down her inner thigh. The overstimulation is exquisite.

“That was… everything,” She murmurs. The flirtatious tease is definitely gone replaced by a raw and genuine awe. “All the pictures… all the fantasies. You just painted over all of them. Made them yours.” Carrie Ann turns her head as much as she can. She is seeking Paul’s eyes in the dim light. “Thank you for ruin me completely. Thank you for wanting it that much.”

Paul is still totally spent. He doesn’t have words enough to describe his fabulous experience. His cock is shrinking but he refuses to leave her sweet ass. Finally he has his own memories and pictures of him fucking Carrie Ann Westcott. Fabulous memories.

Carrie Ann feels Paul soften inside her. But her stays put, and she is grateful. The connection, even as it fades, feels important. Sacred, almost. She reaches a trembling hand back finding his where it rests on her hip now and she laces their fingers together. Her skin is slick with sweat and lube and the evidence of Paul’s climax.

“Don’t move yet,” She whispers her voice is still rough. “Just… stay there. Let me feel you a little longer. Let me remember what it feels like to be this full of Paul Andersson.”

Carrie Ann lets out a long contented sigh. Her gorgeous body is beginning to truly relax into the aftermath. Every muscle aches in the best possible way.

“You know,” She says with a hint of her playful smirk returning, “I think you just set a new personal record for me. Most orgasms from anal in one night. Most… volume.” She chuckle softly. “I’m going to be thinking about this every time I sit down for a week.”

Carrie Ann shifts again. She is wincing slightly but still smiling. “And I’m going to love every tender, aching second of it.” She sounds very happy when she speaks again.