She was nervous, butterflies fluttering in her stomach as she lay on the bed, a small anal plug already nestled inside her. Her blonde hair cascaded across the pillow, framing her face. She ran her hand over the tattoos on her lower back, a nervous habit. This was it. Her first time. Real anal training.
He knelt beside her, running his hand down her skinny frame. She wore a simple white t-shirt and black panties, her natural tits barely contained. He leaned in, kissing her neck, and she shivered. "Ready?" he whispered, his voice husky.
She nodded, her eyes wide. He gently removed the plug, replacing it with a finger. She gasped, her body tensing. He kept at it, slowly stretching her, preparing her for what was to come. She moaned, a mix of pleasure and apprehension.
He lubricated himself and positioned himself behind her in doggy style. He entered slowly, carefully. She bit her lip, fighting back the pain. He paused, letting her adjust. "It's okay," he whispered. "I'm here."
He began to move, slowly at first, then with increasing intensity. She started to relax, her body giving way to the pleasure. Her breathing became ragged, her moans louder. The anal fingering added another layer of sensation. She arched her back, her perfect ass presented to him.
The intensity built. She was close. He felt it too. He drove harder, deeper. She cried out as she reached female orgasm, her body convulsing in pleasure. He kept going, pouring his load deep inside her cum in ass. They collapsed together, breathless and spent.
He looked at her face and smiled. "Was it a beautiful sex?" he said with a laugh. "You are a beautiful girl, my dear." The room was filled with the quiet sounds of their breathing, the aftermath of their shared ecstasy. He nuzzled her neck and smiled again.
