Asking for Anal

Riley's got a fresh itch. One she's not sure she can voice. Uma's stretched out in the backyard soaking up sun when she hears sounds coming from inside. She steps through the door and finds Riley fingers deep in herself, phone glowing in her other hand. Porn. Anal porn. She didn't expect that. The sight hits Uma square in the gut, wet and wild. Riley freezes, half expecting disapproval. Instead Uma's eyes darken. She leaves the room, returns with a surprise she's been hiding under the bed, straps it on, and smiles. Kissing her first, slow and deep, Uma moves down, mouth closing over Riley's tight pink nipples. They kiss again, harder this time, tongues clashing. Then Uma sinks lower, tasting every slick inch of Riley's pussy, drinking her in like she's the last drop of water in the desert. Riley swings her hips over Uma's mouth and takes a breath. "Eat my ass," she whispers. Uma doesn't answer with words. Just pulls her cheeks apart and runs her tongue right where Riley asked, flicking, pressing, teasing. The first slow licks turn to full, filthy hunger. Riley moans, realizing she's craved this stretch, this filth. Uma reaches for the strap. Riley's on all fours seconds later. Uma slides the toy in inch by inch, deep, unforgiving, fingers working Riley's soaked cunt at the same time. The rhythm turns frantic. Hips snapping, skin slapping, the dildo plunging until Riley's thighs shake. When Riley can barely stay upright, she rolls Uma onto her back. Mouth between her legs, tongue flat and greedy, tasting everything she's owed. All ten fingers spread her open, working until Uma's back arches. One long, messy lick across her asshole sends her over. She comes hard, then again, shaking, cursing, soaking Riley's face.