Lucy Skye couldn't control her urges any longer. She was bursting at the seams with excitement, her heart racing and her breath catching in her throat. Her tight little asshole twitched uncontrollably as she thought about the taboo desires that had consumed her every waking moment.
She walked unsteadily across the room, her hips swaying seductively in the too-tight skirt she wore. Her fingers nervously clutched at the hem of her blouse, pulling it up slowly to reveal a black lace bra that hardly contained her heaving breasts.
Without another word, she turned around and bent over at the waist, presenting her round ass to the camera. Her panties were already soaked through with her arousal, and she knew that she couldn't hold out much longer. With one smooth move, she slid her fingers into her pussy, feeling the slick walls of her wetness greet her.
"Oh god," she moaned, her voice barely more than a whisper. "I can't hold it in anymore."
Her fingers moved faster, seeking out her G-spot with desperate urgency. She gasped as she found it, and her body shuddered with pleasure. The sensation was too much for her to bear, and she could feel the familiar tingling in her bowels signaling the approaching rupture of her anal dam.
With a deep, primal groan, she pushed past the final barrier, releasing a torrent of hot, sticky cum onto the floor beneath her. Her anus twitched and pulsed, expelling wave after wave of thick, creamy fluid. She cried out in ecstasy as the pleasure overwhelmed her, waves of bliss washing over her body.
And then it was over. Lucy collapsed to her knees, panting heavily, her eyes glazed over with post-orgasmic bliss. Her skirt was hitched up around her waist, revealing her flushed and trembling pussy, and her panties lay in a soggy heap at her feet. For a moment, she just breathed, allowing the aftershocks to fade away.
Finally, when she felt steady enough, she pulled her blouse and skirt back into some semblance of order, smoothing down her hair and trying to compose herself. It was always like this for her—a desperate, uncontrollable need that left her feeling both exhilarated and embarrassed. She knew she shouldn't enjoy these taboo fantasies, but they were a part of her now, and she couldn't imagine her life without them.
