Page 144 of Marcello

I laughed. “Alright, well, do your best to make it feel good.”

“What are you going to do?”

“This,” I said, and leaned over and touched the tip of my tongue to her little pink rosebud.

“OH!” she cried out, and immediately got up on her hands. “ROMEO – ”

“You said I could do anything but anal sex,” I reminded her as I pushed her back down onto the bed.

“I think that qualifies!” she said in alarm.

“It’s analingus, not anal sex,” I said, pressing her back down insistently.

“…I don’t know…”

“Give me two minutes. If you don’t like it, I’ll stop.”

“…one minute.”

“Fine. One minute. Now start touching yourself.”

I watched as she tentatively reached up between her legs and began touching her clit…

And then I went back down and began softly stroking her asshole with my tongue.

“Oh,” she whispered.

As I licked, I slid one finger inside her pussy…

And began stroking my fingertip against her G-spot.

“Unh,” she grunted in pleasure.

After warming her up with soft little strokes of my tongue, I began to ease inside her ass with the tip of my tongue.

At the same time, I slid two fingers inside her pussy and began stroking her G-spot again.

Then I stopped.

“It’s been one minute,” I said, although it had actually been closer to three. “Do you want me to stop?”

“…do you want to stop?” she asked, a bit of worry in her voice.

“No.”

“…okay… then you can keep going…”

I went back to moving my tongue in and out of her ass…

And caressing her G-spot with my fingers.

I began moving my head faster and harder… plunging my tongue deeper…

Until I was basically fucking her ass with my tongue.

All while stroking her G-spot with my fingers – firmer, faster, more insistently.

“UNH… UNH…” she grunted and moaned.