Compliment her ass

You tell her she has a cute looking ass.

"Aw, thanks! But I sometimes wish it were a little bit bigger and more plump." You tell her her ass is perfect the way it is. "Heh, well, you're not the first one that ever told me that. You know what, a honest compliment like that deserves a reward!"

She turns around showing you her ass in full detail, pulling her buttocks apart so you could see her pucker. "I think I got something I can use as lube around here, hold on." She walks over to a cupboard, procuring herself a bottle of clear liquid from inside. "You wouldn't mind slathering some in me, would you?" She bends over the table, handing the bottle backwards. You tell her it'd be your pleasure.

"Well make sure it's lubed up good, it's not so much fun doing it rough." You walk over behind her, opening the bottle, and squirting some on your fingers. It feels like clean grease, like lotion that doesn't get absorbed by the skin. You push you thumb against the entrance, meeting some resistance, but with a little **** it slides in, making her yelp 'Ooh!'. You pull your thumb out, and you push the other lubed up fingers in, making sure to cover her inside well. Once you feel satisfied with your work, you pull 'em out, leaving her hole a little agape. You squeeze the bottle, spurting a decent amount on her ass, your hands massaging it, making sure that ass glistens! Finally, you spurt a generous amount on your cock, rubbing it a few times to cover it completely.

"You going to play around with that bottle some more, or are you going to fuck me already?" You're getting to that! She's the one that wanted to get everything slick and lubed up! "Yeah, I know, I know, but I just can't wait any longer! The anticipation is killing me!"

You chuckle as you end her waiting, slowly pushing your cock against her resisting pucker. But the lube does wonders; you really didn't expect to fit into such a tight hole! She moans as you pause for a moment, letting the sensation of your cock entering sink in for the both of you. Then you begin. You thrust into her slowly, taking all your effort to not just immediatly spurt from the tight walls that grip your shaft. But you pick up the pace, thrusting like a piston into her, as your bodies slap against each other, a rhythmic, almost hypnotic even, clap.

"Yeah, fuck me harder! Pull my hair! Make me yours! Nya-ah~!" You grab a fistful of her black hair, still moist from her bath, and pull it back to arch her back; not too hard that it's a ghost pepper chilli, but not too lightly so that it isn't just a mildly spicy peri-peri. You thrust one last time as you ponder your questionable metaphors, gushing a stream of milky white cum into her quivering body, her tight pucker chenching even tighter, which just makes you orgasm harder.

But the moment passes, and you both calm down, your bodies a heap of heavy panting and sweat on the carpet. She rests her head on your chest, her wet hair feeling especially cold against your warm body.

"You know, I think you're my favourite. I don't think anyone else has fucked me before the way you just did." Her hand gently brushed against your belly, sending a tingling sensation up your spine whenever she touched one of your hairs.

"I'm going to get dressed," she said as she walked towards her bedroom door, your seed leaving a trail behind her, "no peeking now!"