He grabbed hold of her waist and began to thrust his way deep into her guts, back and forth, back and forth. She made constant moaning noises, or little chirping sounds like a bird. Having this hard column of man-meat slamming in and out of her was something to contend with and she shifted a little uncomfortably on the coffee table.
But then, as was almost always the way when someone came knocking at her back door, she started to get into it. Her anal muscles began to relax, her sphincter loosened up and the lubricant began doing its work. Her father had a big c**k and it filled her completely, an intense sensation she could hardly explain.
There was something almost psychological about anal s*x. Holly didn't have a G-spot back there, she didn't have a prostate the way men do, so as a me
