Make her ride you anally

You're not done with her. You're not done with this feeling. With a final, deep thrust that makes her entire body shudder, you pull out abruptly. The sudden emptiness makes her whimper.

"On the bed," you command, your voice rough. "Face me. I want to see you."

She moves, her limbs trembling. She looks glorious. Ruined. Her face is flushed, her lips swollen, her eyes dark with a wanton haze that goes beyond simple lust. She straddles you, her thighs strong as she positions herself over your rigid, slick cock. She takes your shaft in her hand, guiding it back to her stretched, well-used asshole.

Slowly, watching your face the entire time, she lowers herself down. She takes you in, inch by inch, her own show of control now. Her head falls back, a long, exposed column of throat as she fully impales herself on you. She's full of you again, but this way is different. She's doing the work. She's performing. She starts to move, a slow, grinding rhythm that she controls.

Her hands are on your chest for leverage, her nails digging into your skin. You watch your cock disappear into her ass, over and over, the sight mesmerizing. This is what she wanted. The control of the ride, the power of pleasing you, the surety of her transaction.

"What would Ava say?" she pants, the name a poison dart in the pristine air. "What would she think if she saw her perfect husband, letting his little secretary earn her raise like this?"

The name hits you like a punch to the gut. Ava. The garden. The dirt on her cheek. The invitation in your hand. A crack of light through the fantasy. For a second, you see yourself through her eyes. The betrayal is so absolute it's suffocating.

But it only lasts a second. The crack is sealed by a tidal wave of anger. How dare she? How dare this girl, this hole you're using, speak your wife's name?

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