In the ass, roughly.

The obvious answer, of course, is her pussy. You won’t pretend you aren’t tempted; her tight little snatch is pressed up against your thigh, already soaking wet. Stacy’d love it, too. But it’s not about what she wants, is it? It’s about what you want.

Your hand moves to her full, fat ass. You’ve gotten laid before, is the thing. You’ve had blowjobs too. But you’ve never gotten a chance to try anal. And now there’s Stacy, a self-confessed slut, **** for you to enjoy her however you want…

She shifts against you a little, giving you more space to grab her ass. That settles it.

“Turn around,” you growl. She shivers happily, and rolls over. It seems she’s figured out what you want; very quickly, she’s on her knees again, face buried in the cushions as her arms reach back to pull her cheeks apart for you. Christ. Girl’s a natural.

Your cock’s still wet from her mouth. It’ll have to do for lube. If you’re honest, the idea of it hurting makes it better. You move quickly behind her, put a hand on each of her hips, and start to fuck her up the ass.

Stacy makes a ****, winsome little gasp. Agony and ecstasy intermingled. Fuuuuuuck, this girl really is a slut, isn’t she? Her body clenches around your shaft as you pull out again – slowly, ready for another thrust. Squeezes involuntarily as you lunge forward again. In. Out. In. Out. Hard, regular fucks that slaps your hips against her. And each time, she lets out another of those little moans.

“Please,” gasps Stacy. “Please – Harder- “

You’re hurting her. You can hear it in her voice. And that just makes her want it more.

You go mad. Your body starts pounding against hers, pulling screams out of Stacy’s mouth. Fingernails start digging into her skin, leaving red clawmarks as you devastate her body. Her toes are curling into the couch, eyes tight shut, mouth wide. The perfect fuck toy.

The idea turns to plan turns to action. You snatch hold of her wrists and yank, dragging her back into you. Stacy’s huge tits bounce in rhythm to your fucking. She stares back at you over her shoulders, eyes flecked with tears.

“Like that?” you snarl.

The screams don’t stop. Can’t stop. But she nods.

Damn it. That’s it. You have moments – seconds – before you’re done.