Anal Fun With Our Babysitter

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The air in the room was thick with the scent of our mingled sweat and the faint, sweet perfume she always wore. My fingers traced the delicate curve of her spine, feeling the fine tremors that ran through her as she arched her back in silent invitation. The only light came from the streetlamp outside, casting long, dancing shadows that made her skin glow like polished marble. I moved with a deliberate slowness, a gradual, pressing entrance that made her gasp and clutch at the rumpled sheets. Each incremental advance was a whispered conversation between our bodies, a building pressure that spoke of withheld pleasure soon to be unleashed. Her quiet moans were muffled agat the pillow, a hushed symphony that urged me deeper into her incredible warmth. The world narrowed to this single point of connection, a perfect, tight friction that was both an invasion and a homecoming. I could feel the rhythmic clenching of her inner muscles around me, a pulsing, desperate rhythm that promised her impending climax. Our breathing fell into a ragged syncopation, a frantic drumbeat signaling the inevitable, shattering release we were both racing toward.