Pure Filth
Sweat gathers at the small of her back and she feels it dip into the thin line of her crack, a low groan escaping her chapped lips as it slithers into her gaping pucker, spread wide by strong hands pulling apart her plush and round cheeks.
"God, that was hot."
Another batch of freshly produced moisture follows the same path, and just as it reaches its destination, a finger mashes the liquid over the wrinkled skin before an obscene sucking noise joins her muffled grunts and his labored breathing.
She lifts her head and twists her upper body to gaze up at his looming form from above her glistening shoulder.
Eyes closed in ecstasy, pink lips wrapped around the soiled finger.
Her tongue hangs loosely over her bottom lip as her eyes rake over his carved flesh, thick muscles undulating in a rhythmic back and forth motion. She traces her gaze back up, not aware of her sharp intake of breath as brown meets green.
"Simply exquisite." The deep baritone sends a sharp thrill to her taut peaks, hungry for any kind of stimulation. She satiates them by gyrating against the damp, ruffled white sheet.
"Merlin, you're filthy." she groans, turning her head back around, teeth clamping on her forearm, tasting salt as musk wafts into her nostrils, a heady combination.
His hands return back to her cheeks, parting them impossibly wide as he pulls out with a wet squelch.
"Let me show you the true meaning of filthy, darling"
Before she can comprehend the warning in his tone, her eyes roll back as his firm and insistent tongue runs a lap over her third brown eye.