Anal Erotica

A Quickie
I saw her looking at me from across the bar. She smiled. I smiled. I walked towards her. She continued staring at me. I sat next to her. She lowered her head, but her eyes remained locked on me. I touched her exposed thigh. I felt her hairs stand on end.

"Let's get out of here," she whispered into my ear.

I took her hand. We walked out of the bar. It was cold and dark outside. We ran to my car. I let her in, then scrambled in myself. We drove to a secluded spot away from the city.

I pulled her to me and kissed her lips. She opened her mouth. I let my tongue find hers. My hands were on the zipper of her dress. I pulled it down in one smooth stroke. She was naked before me.

She unbuckled my belt and unzipped my pants. I pulled my shirt over my head. She grabbed my dick. I groaned.

"Fuck me."

Who said that? It didn't matter. We lowered out seats. I climbed on top of her. My dick was positioned at her warm cunt.

"Fuck me."

I entered her. She gasped. I moved slowly. She lurched her body. I quickened my pace. The sound of my body slapping hers filled the car. She moaned loudly. Her nails dug into me. I yelled and stopped moving.

I pulled out of her. She looked into my eyes. Her chest heaved from her panting. I grabbed her ankles and pushed her legs over her body. I looked down. In the darkness, I found her anal opening. I looked at her.