"Hmmn… wife… I'm gonna push it inside that virgin asshole," I growled, my voice thick with lust, grinding the words out as I humped against her. "Make sure not to scream, you filthy bitch… or I'll make you choke on your own screams while I split you open."
I hawked up a thick glob of spit, letting it drip slowly and obscenely from my lips onto my fingers, then smeared it right over her puckered little hole. Her asshole was tiny, a tight, pink rosebud clenching and unclenching in fear, surrounded by a faint ring of soft, dark hairs that I'd tease her about later.
I rubbed the spit in circles, feeling the muscle flutter under my touch—hot, resistant, but already starting to soften from the earlier fingering. It was filthy, the way it winked at me, glistening now with my saliva mixed with her sweat, a musky scent rising up that made my cock twitch harder.
