Creak—creak—creak—
SLAM—SLAM—SLAM—
Cecilia held onto the headboard for dear life, her fingers white-knuckled against the worn wood.
Filling her from behind was Oathran's Richard, the generous length slick with oil, gliding in and out of her asshole with a rhythm that made the entire bed groan in protest.
The sensation was maddening, truly. She felt full and tingling, especially when he brushed against that spot deep inside her pussy through the thin wall between her holes, but it was never quite enough.
Anal always felt this way for her, frustratingly pleasurable, but always just short of the release she craved.
The real problem was the transferred pleasure through the bond. Sense Sharing gave her the full sensation of entering herself via Oathran's cock. The tight heat, the slick grip, the way her own body welcomed him. And it was almost too much.
