We went for butt

He been standing behind him and raised my gaze as I could between the bushes and he looked at me with terror in the exact moment that I was about to insert the cock into his ass for the first time in his life. His terror was visible, evident, it wasn't enough just my love and tenderness, but also the perception of what he desired and feared at the same time. He repeated like Cortázar did with his fat cock from where my thin and fine finger couldn't enter. I could understand his doubts, but I had to choose between his pleasure and fear. I had to imagine, and they can think that I tilted the balance towards my desires. Not so. The pleasure at that moment was in the surrender and not properly in the consciousness of what I was doing and with whom. I had discovered the before and after of a matter. I supported my hand against my stomach, let his long hair fall down my back, and trembling like a leaf he whispered softly push it. The cock entered the lubricated Booty until the gland. It was smooth and correct, didn't move, so I supposed there was no pain. I stayed there for a while, and that's where I realized slowly began to move his anatomy with the lubrication applied previously, the cock in all its dimension went to the bottom. All love has the pattern of desire and pain, pain we had summarized in some acts, now only waiting for the good days of love that the knowing brought that the ass was receptive and pleasant for both and that overcome fear we were once again the soul mate. When I finished in his tight ass, I felt like it was trembling, whispering into my ear with her trapped by my stomach: how much you like slut. We all know the value of words at these moments and I felt like her nails were scratching my skin and like her saliva was falling on my chest.