Yes, in a way

Adam smiles at her over her shoulder. Ass up. Back arched. Cunt dripping onto the sheet. He gives his cock a couple of slow strokes, and gets on the bed behind her.

He thrusts in without warning.

Not in her ass. In her pussy.

All the way. One hard stroke that knocks a shout out of her and slams his hips to her ass. Lana jolts forward, surprised, the long mental prep for the other hole knocked sideways by the sudden familiar stretch, the wet welcome of her pussy taking him to the root.

“Adam— that’s— fuck. My pussy. I thought you were— I was ready for—”

“I know,” he says, and he fucks her.

Hard. Hands locked on her hips, using her cunt as hard as he can, the slap of skin loud and wet and relentless. “You looked too good like this. I wanted this hole first. You prepared your ass but I’m ruining your pussy.”

“Oh God. Harder. Use it. Fuck. Don’t stop. I’m gonna cum already. You’re so deep. Use me.”

She pushes back. He hauls her onto him and keeps the pace animalistic. The wet sound fills the room. She cums on his cock, clenching hard, crying out his name, a gush around his shaft, and he fucks her straight through it, not gentle, talking the whole time.

“That’s one. Creaming on me. Good. Stay up. I’m not done with this hole.”

Then he pulls out. The emptiness lasts a second. Without warning he drives into her ass. Slow for the first thick inch, the rim stretching wide around him, a burned moan torn out of her, then he picks up the pace, fucking her ass properly, deep, the tightness pulling rough groans out of his chest.

“There. That’s the hole I promised. So tight. You rode me earlier and now you’re taking it on your knees. Push back. Open up. Your ass is gripping me like it doesn’t want to let go.”

Lana drops her shoulders to the mattress. Face in the sheet. Reaches under herself and rubs her clit hard, fingers frantic. “Yes. Fuck my ass. It’s so full. Don’t stop. I can feel you so deep. I’m gonna cum again. Oh God Adam. Please. Harder. Use that hole. I want it.”

He does. Long strokes. Then harder. She cums again, ass clamping down on him, voice breaking into a sob of pleasure, clit pulsing under her fingers. He groans at the grip.

Then he switches again. Pulls free of her ass and slams back into her cunt, the sudden change making her yelp and then moan. Hard. Wet. A dozen strokes. Then out. Back into her ass, slower entry, then building. He alternates, filthy, using both holes, fucking her hard, the transitions sudden, her body jolting each time he chooses, dirty talk pouring out of both of them without a filter.

“This cunt. This ass. I’m using both. Look at you. Taking whatever I give you. Ass. Cunt. Ass again. Feel that stretch. You’re mine tonight. Both holes are mine. Say it.”

“Both holes,” she cries, wrecked, pushing back for whichever one he is in. “Use both. I don’t care. Fuck me. I’m a mess. I’m cumming on wherever you put in. I love it. Use your slut. Use your wife. Fill whatever you want. I’m yours. I’m yours.”

He fucks her until the rhythm turns ragged. Until his balls are tight and his grip on her hips is bruising. He pulls her back onto him, buried in whichever hole he landed in, voice rough against her spine.

“I’m ready to cum. Where do you want it? Ass or cunt? Choose.”