The words, which were not harsh but firm, were a command. The tone, which was the tone of a professor to a student, was a boundary. A line that she could not cross.
I pushed deeper. The head, which had been at the entrance, entered. The sphincter, which had been tight, stretched. The ring, which had been pink, went white. The pressure, which was intense, was a burning. She cried out. The sound, which was sharp and raw, was the sound of a woman whose anal was being penetrated for the first time.
I grabbed her ass. My hands, on her cheeks, gripped. The flesh, which was thick and soft, yielded. I squeezed. The cheeks, which were being held, were spread. The anal, which was being stretched, was open.
