Our bodies were entangled on the bed, slick with sweat and the remnants of our shared releases, but Arala's hand soon found my softening cock, her fingers wrapping around it with a gentle yet insistent stroke. She worked me back to hardness, her touch expert and teasing, thumb circling the sensitive head as veins pulsed under her palm.
"Time for more lessons," she murmured, her voice husky with renewed desire, turning onto her hands and knees to present her ass to me. The curve of her cheeks glowed in the dim light, her puckered hole winking invitingly between them, still untouched but begging for attention.
"Now, take my back door, Raj. This will teach you the art of domination."
I knelt behind her, heart pounding with the thrill of this forbidden territory. Her ass was magnificent—full, round, and firm from years of graceful living, the skin smooth and pale.
I leaned in, spitting a thick glob of saliva directly onto her tight asshole, watching it trickle down the crease.
