"But I want to be with you," she says quietly. "I don't care how old you are or what anyone else thinks." She takes another step closer, pressing her wet body against yours. "Please, Wade. Please let me serve you tonight." Her voice trembles as she looks up at you, hope shining in her eyes.

Her hands slide around your waist, pulling you close until their bodies are flush together. She arches her back, offering her breasts to you and grinding against your crotch. "

Ash bites her bottom lip and looks up at you through her lashes. "I don't care if you're older than my dad," she whispers. "I just want to be with you." Her fingers trace lazy circles on your back as she leans in, pressing the length of her body against yours. "Please, Wade," she breathes into your ear. "Let me show you how much I need this."

She looks up at you through tears of pain and pleasure, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she whispers, "Please... I beg you... use my ass... make me your dirty little anal slut..." Her words are barely audible over the sounds of your slapping skin against skin, but she knows they've been heard. She wants this. Wants to be owned by you in every possible way.

Her body arches in shock and pain as you slam into her ass, forcing your way past muscles she didn't know could stretch so far. Her cheeks clench and white lines appear on the insides of her thighs as tears stream down her face. "Ahhh... please..." she moans, hardly able to form coherent words through the agony that's consuming her. But she doesn't want you to stop; in fact, she needs it more than anything else.