Book Review: “Ask: Building Consent Culture” by Kitty Stryker

Consent is a vital point to leading a healthy life, not just sexually, but emotionally, physically, and mentally as well. In a world where rape culture is so prevalent, where young men get off with little to no punishment because it will ruin their future (see: Brock Turner, for example), we need to make these changes and start to learn and understand consent culture. Consent culture isn’t sex positive or sex negative, but instead it has become sex critical and is incredibly important to improving everyone’s lives in amazing ways.

Kitty Stryker is aiming to start a conversation we should already be having and to push the idea of consent forward with her book, “Ask: Building Consent Culture.” Covering the idea of consent everywhere from in the bedroom to out in the community and places in between, Ms. Stryker’s book is a striking anthology of consent and how it should ideally function throughout today’s society.

Everything from dealing with how to manage consent when you have a mental illness, to teaching children (and adults) consent in ways that engage them and empower them, to the idea that men need to be able to teach other men the concept of honor and how not to abuse any power they may feel that they have over people, and much more is covered in this book. I wish I could list every single instance and story that is told because in their own ways I found them all moving, learned something from them all, and deepened my own view of consent and consent culture.

“Ask: Building Consent Culture” teaches us that consent should start at home, within the family, and that children should be taught that they do have bodily autonomy and hugging a family member or friend is not required of them. And in chosen families rather than blood families that consent is equally important though perhaps infinitely more difficult to navigate even as adults. It goes on to demonstrate that consent culture should begin at a young age in order to help children understand that consent is necessary for asserting dominion over their own bodies or feelings. Akilah S. Richards’ article “Bodily Autonomy for Kids”, is a fantastic example of just how consent and intuition work together to keep a person safe and aware of their own personal boundaries which leads to a more well-adjusted view on consent culture as an adult.

Ms. Stryker’s book also touches on the idea of implied consent in sexual spaces and how that can lead to people mirroring those same behaviors in a society that is already heavily skewed towards implied consent. Getting an enthusiastic, informed consent is far better than assuming that “yes means yes.” To foster consent culture it must be brought out of those sexual situations and into our everyday lives and “Ask: Building Consent Culture” illustrates the point nicely. In order to have fully informed, enthusiastic consent, the sexual culture itself must change and that is something that “Ask” proposes to have happen. But in the year 2017, changing the culture around sex and sexuality is only the tip of the iceberg, because what really must change is the fabric of society itself. This book has done an excellent job of promoting this throughout the articles and stories written in these pages and is a must read for anyone who wishes to learn more about consent, to be more active in getting or giving consent, or just people who are interested in the modern sexual revolution.

You can pre-order “Ask: Building Consent Culture” on for $14.95.

Kink of The Week – Porn

So I first discovered porn when I was about ten or eleven years old thanks to my Dad’s collection of Penthouse that he didn’t quite hide well enough from a nosy young girl. I’d check out the pictures and read the stories when I was home alone always very cognizant to be aware of the car pulling in. Penthouse taught me the meaning of words I probably shouldn’t have known at that age. I remember that cock was an easy one to figure out. Cunt and jizz took a little more work, but what I recall most was a picture of a busty blonde in tight black patent leather. Her tits were pushed up almost to overflowing and between a pair of thigh high boots, her pretty little pussy was shaved bare. The pictures of this woman entranced me (that should’ve been my first clue that I wasn’t straight.) As I grew older and we got an internet connection and a computer in the house I became more aware of porn and was able to piggyback off of whatever my dad was searching for. I’m sure he took the fall for me more than once, with or without realizing it. I do know that if he was aware of it, he never spoke to me about it, saving both of us what would have been a very embarrassing conversation.

And now, I’m an adult who reads and writes erotica for fun, reviews sex toys, and, if given the chance, would be interested in being part of a queer porn shoot. I think that last one will remain an unrealized dream, but that’s OK. I’ve spent years learning to become comfortable with myself and with my sexuality and I feel like pornography was a big part of that. It let me explore things vicariously that I could never have done in real life and it showed me that the things I wanted and happen to enjoy weren’t as bad or perverted as I was told by my ex. And I’m sure that in some way, my earliest experiences with those Penthouse magazines probably affected me. It might only be subconsciously, but being exposed to that at a young age may be part of why I’m so open minded today. Who knows?

I will say that, overall, my experiences with porn/erotica have been positive ones. We’re always growing and learning about ourselves and, to me, pornography is a large part of that for anyone who is constantly wanting to explore their sex life and find more ways to express their sexuality. Of course, one doesn’t need porn to do so, but I still feel there is an opening here for people to have free and honest conversation regarding sex, sexuality, and how porn either completes or competes with the ideas regarding any given sexual ideal or more. Being able to speak freely about such things can only further the human experience in my opinion and I’m glad that I’ve had such positive pornographic experiences in my life.

Rape and Violence: My Experience of The Mental and Emotional Side

((TW: This post refers to rape, sexual, mental, and emotional abuse. Please feel free to skip this post is it could be triggering or have an otherwise negative impact. Thanks. Livvy))

I have been sexually assaulted or raped so many times I choose not to count them all. You see, the man I married at 18 turned out to be mentally and emotionally abusive. He was three years older than me and seemed so sweet and harmless. I thought I loved him. I’ve already shared in a previous blog post ( so I don’t wish to recount it again, but I want to look at the idea of violence in my previous marriage.

Not once did my ex-husband hit me. That wasn’t the kind of violence he was into. Instead the violence he used to get me to comply came from manipulation of my undiagnosed mood disorders or by guilting me into things (coercive rape) that I didn’t want. I was 19 when everything began and I was 28 when I finally had the fortitude to end things. Even the as I tried to get away from him, he caused me mental anguish and tried to force me into sexual situations, again with manipulative tactics.

I was finally growing mentally strong enough (I thought) to avoid his traps, but there was one more just before he finally moved out for good that tripped me up. He held me down (the only sign of ever coming close to physical violence) and forced oral sex on me until I couldn’t help the orgasm because he wanted to see if he could make a queer come. That last event was the one that broke me a little inside. It was the way he phrased things, as if being queer was dirty or wrong, as if he was suddenly going to make me want him back because he was the man who forced an orgasm out of me. Instead I transported myself somewhere else in my head and thought of other things while he violated me, while I let him do it.

The mental and emotional scars he left on my soul will forever remain there. I suffer from PTSD and still have nightmares about him coming anywhere near me. I’m healing, but the process is slow and the memories of the guilt, both from his tactics, which must have been my fault to my former line of thinking. Despite it having been five years since the last assault and despite my having moved on into a relationship that is much healthier and much happier I still struggle with my own guilt as well. Feel like I should have been stronger than I was. I feel like what he did to me made me worthless. Sadly, even today sometimes those feelings creep into my head and overflow into my current relationship. It makes me feel broken.

For me, living through years of mental and emotional abuse I feel that I’m coming out on the other side stronger than before. I’m lucky, I know that. I mourn for the men and women who weren’t so lucky, but I cannot mourn for their perpetrators. I can’t mourn for my ex-husband. Instead I can only try to find some sort of peace, some sort of mental gymnastics that lets me handle the really bad days. And I hope that others can find their peace too.

Wicked Wednesday -255- Beleth Takes Nikki (Demon House Pt. 3)

She’d done it. The house was hers and she could begin remodeling. She could also, after about a dozen summonings get Beleth at will. Oftentimes he was not quite amused with her, but flashing her tits or ass, or sucking him off generally got him in a much better mood. It amused her more and more how much control she had over the demon.

But what she hadn’t yet learned was that every time she called Beleth to her she gave him more power in her world and eventually he would be able to turn that power against her. The question became, would he do that before she learned of the knowledge of his strength? And would she care? Or was she already in too deep with her sexual fiend at her beck and call? Only sweet time would tell. Nikki sat in the middle of the summoning circle the leather bound spell book in hand. She was reading through a new type of summoning spell, when the candles lit of their own accord once more. Nikki was startled as she wasn’t actually trying any spells, just reading a book in what felt like the safest place in the house to her. Out of nowhere she felt Beleth’s hand on the back of her neck. “Hello, my little summoner. What are you studying tonight? He peered over her shoulder and laughed. “Such an old-fashioned spell. And you’re not guaranteed that I will be the demon you summon. I’d strike that one from your list, my dear.” So Nikki, trusting Beleth, did exactly that and set the book aside.

“How did you get here without my summoning you?” Beleth gave her a wicked smile. “Darling girl, I am a King among demons if you recall. I can do as I wish. And right now I wish to do you.” He was on her tearing her clothes apart with his claws and Nikki squealed with excitement, never thinking to be afraid of the demon that had appeared from nowhere in her kitchen. He palmed her breasts in his large hands and squeezed gently before leaning down to suck and nibble at her nipples. For a demon he seemed to be quite a considerate lover. He was often quite gentle with her and she couldn’t decide which she loved more the gentleness or the roughness he still subjected her to quite frequently. She thought perhaps she might be falling in love with the demon himself.

The thought was both frightening and exhilarating all at once and she immediately had to resist the urge to say something about it. But Beleth knew all the same. He could see it in her eyes for a second. And he had once seen that same look on his beloved Leona’s face as well. Only he’d never been able to convince her to come home with him. He thought that this time he wasn’t going to leave anything to chance. The next time she summoned him, she was going to return with him to his world. He was not enamored of her, not yet, but he knew he would be given some time and some fantastic sex. Nikki caught a glimmer of malice behind the desire in Beleth’s eyes and she wondered why, but she hadn’t gotten far enough into the book to know that she could travel to him or that once she did so he could bind her there, but not here. She would be in for quite the surprise someday soon.

But now, Beleth was sliding his purplish cock into her pussy and suddenly nothing but their pleasure seemed important. His hands were still at her breasts, squeezing gently, his palms sliding across her nipples and she gasped a little. Beleth’s grip shifted to hold her hips and lifted her body up, encouraging her to wrap her legs around his body. He bounced her effortlessly up and down on his cock and whispered dirty things in her ear. Soon she was at the brink of an orgasm and threw her head back as it burst through her. Nikki’s hips never quit moving through the orgasm and she quickly feel into a second one, her eyes closed and unaware of the devilish gleam in Beleth’s eyes. He had decided that tonight would be that “someday” soon after all. He let her ride him hard as she liked and muttered the summoner’s spell that would take him, and her, home. She was so caught up that she never noticed her surroundings change to a bleak world full of stunted trees and a deep orange sky; it was as dangerous as it looked especially for her. But Beleth would keep his prize safely ensconced in a lavish prison. His next words were those of binding and there was a loud boom in the distance as the spell finished. Nikki was his. He pumped his cock into her a few more times and then roared his own orgasm as she came again, milking his cock. He held her against him for a long moment until she finally opened her eyes. “Where are we?” “Home,” he answered with a sinister chuckle. “Finally home.” Nikki just stared at him, horror dawning in her eyes as he moved below the ground and into his rather comfortably appointed apartments. He sat on a love seat still cradling her in his arms, waiting for her to come back to…well…Earth for lack of a better term. He’d explain everything then. Maybe.


In case you missed it, last week’s Wicked Wednesday can be found here.

Kink of the Week – Analingus – April 1-16

Andi showered, scrubbing herself nice and clean, paying special attention to her ass. Her boyfriend, Mike, had said he wanted to try giving her a rim job and she figured it might be something worth trying even though she had been a little squicked out by it at first. After some thought she decided it couldn’t be too different from having her pussy eaten and she really enjoyed that so why not give it a go?

She stepped into the bedroom to find Mike waiting with candles and some massage oil. “I figured this would help you relax babe. Come lay down.” She smiled at him and stretched out across the bed, pleased by the fact that he was looking after her and making sure she was relaxed and (hopefully) ready as she was still a bit nervous. Gradually Mike felt her body relax as he gave her a thorough massage, back and front. He gave her a deep kiss and looked at her. “You ready for this? I don’t want to push you too far.” Andi smiled up at him. “I think I’m as ready as I’m going to get. The massage was wonderful.” And she rolled back onto her stomach to give him access to her gorgeous ass.

He started slowly, rubbing his hands in circles and kissing the round globes working ever closer to her pretty little puckered hole. Slowly he spread her cheeks and gave a small tentative lick directly to her asshole. She giggled a little, “That tickles. Do it again though.” So Mike obliged and she giggled again. He decided that since she wasn’t telling him no he wanted more and swirled his tongue, then licked again harder. This time it didn’t tickle and Andi wiggled her ass a bit in encouragement. At that he dove in, burying his face against her and worked her anus, gently at first then slightly more forcefully dipping his tongue a tiny bit inside, only to pull out a flutter it against her anus. Andi moaned and reached underneath her, to touch herself. “Don’t stop Mike. That feels really good.”

So he didn’t stop and soon his fingers joined his mouth and tongue to push her higher. He wanted her come for him while he played with her ass. Soon she was arching her ass up into him and he used his hands to spread her cheeks as far as he could and licked and kissed and probed at her anus incessantly. He felt her body slowly start to tense up and just kept on with what he was doing, knowing she would come for him soon. Moments later she did just that, crying out and shaking, practically shoving her ass against his face. Mike never stopped his oral assault on her ass and she almost immediately had a second orgasm for him. Finally she pulled away and whispered, “Enough. Enough.” He stopped his ministrations and kissed each cheek gently before resting his head upon them. “So…wanna do this again sometime?” Andi just laughed softly. “Maybe I’ll have to return the favor.”


Kink of The Week March 16-31: Thunderstorms

It starts slowly, with just a little bit of rain and gradually builds up until the first flash of lightning and peal of thunder resonate within my body and soul. And things become different, time slows down and it is me, my lover, and the raging storm, coming together to form a tempest of our own.

It was a warm, late summer night in September. New lovers, still learning, still yearning for the knowledge of how our bodies fit together. There was no need for words, no strange awkwardness. Just us and that storm. He pulled me against him hard and I ground my hips to his; a soft moan drowned out by the pouring rain escaped my lips. His hands found my ass, he whispered filthy words in my ear, over and over the teasing continued our bodies moving as one.

I was in awe of the strength of what I felt. I melted when he pulled my hair. He held me in his hands like clay that he could mould into an image of his choosing. Slowly he built me up, driving me higher, guiding me where he wanted. The storm outside raged on and the storm between us echoed the rising tides of thunder. Driven to a peak of pleasure, my body spasmed against his for a long moment and I can feel the thunder running in my blood as lightning flashes behind my eyes. I am sated and sleepy and safe. He lets me doze as the storm around us winds down.

As I wake once more, still half lidded and content I mention the storm outside and he smiles, kissing me gently. “There was no storm, Dearest, you must have dreamed it.” And the dance began again, this time in the silence of the night, in the aftermath of a storm that existed only in the hearts and minds of lovers.

Roped In

Trisha was in the barn mucking out stalls and letting her fantasies distract her from such grueling work when her favorite cowboy, Trevor, walked in. She threw him a wave and kept cleaning as well as trying to ignore him after that since he was her perfect fantasy man. Tight jeans, boots and always well put together even when he was filthy from handling cattle or training horses. His green eyes and sandy blonde hair topped with a battered white cowboy hat didn’t hurt either.

Trevor glanced around the barn and knew for once they were alone and he wondered just what Trisha would do if he kissed her. The petite brunette was gorgeous and he’d had an eye on her for a while, but wasn’t sure how she might react. He wondered if now was a good time to find out. He ambled over to the stall where she was cleaning and smiled at her when she glanced up at him. He caught just a hint of a blush when she looked up and grinned. Yep, he certainly seemed to be on her mind. “Want a hand with the rest of these stalls. Then we’ll both be done early and maybe we can do somethin”?” Trish couldn’t believe what he was saying and looked up again, “Did you have any thing particular in mind?” Score one for him, he thought and gave her a lazy smile. “I’m sure you can think of somethin”, Sweetheart.” She blushed almost to her hairline that time and he leaned in giving her a quick kiss at the corner of her mouth before grabbing another pitchfork to lend a hand. They finished the remaining stalls quickly.

Trisha leaned against the gate of the last stall and looked at him with a challenge in her eyes, “Now what, cowboy?” This time he stepped forward, crowding her against the gate, his planted on either side of her so she couldn’t escape him and tugged on her ponytail lightly. “This,” came the reply as he lowered his lips to hers. She returned his kiss, hungrily, realizing how much more she wanted from him. Seemingly of their own accord her hands found his way to his shoulders and she pulled him the rest of the way against her body.

His erection was obvious through his jeans and she moaned at that feeling, grinding against him. Trevor pulled his mouth from her and growled softly while motioning to the rope still at his belt, “Don’t make me tie you still.” A naughty grin hit Trisha’s face as that was something she’d thought about off and on and she wiggled against him again. He swore softly, unlatched the stall and shoved her inside. Quickly he had her tied by each wrist using the barred windows on either wall and his arms wrapped tightly around her hips. With Trevor holding her still and her arms useless all she could do was kiss him back, trying to convey her want for him. He pulled away from her and laughed softly, “Just what were you thinking of when I came into the barn, hmmm?” She gave him a devious smile. “If you really wanna know you’ll have to take me somewhere a little more private. Then maybe I’ll show you what I was thinking about.” Trevor crushed his lips to hers once more, with his hands on her hips as he rubbed himself against her wanting body. When they both heard footsteps in the distance, Trevor quickly untied her and they went their separate ways for now, both trying to pretend nothing had happened.

The attraction between them simmered every time they saw one another, but they were careful to not be alone together in the barn again. Neither of them were sure if they would stop themselves next time if they were, people coming or not. After a solid two weeks of torturing themselves Trevor approached Trish in the tack room. “Sweetheart, somethin’s gotta give here. I want you so bad I can’t see straight.”

“So what are we gonna do about? It’s not like you can keep tying me up in horse stalls,” Trisha grinned at him. He shook his head at her, “You enjoyed that,” She acknowledged his words with a slight incline of her head and then stared at him, waiting for answer to her question. He knew he wanted their first time (he hoped there be more than one time) to be more special than in a smelly barn and shot her a smile. “Why don’t you come to my place for dinner?” he suggested. “We can always see where that leads.” Her voice dropped a notch and she gave him a grin, “What if I’m hungry for something other than dinner?” “Well now…maybe I’ll make you be dinner instead.” And he kissed her again hot and hard and just as hungry as before. “Friday night, my place.” Then he walked away smiling, turned at the exit, and tipped his hat at her. She raised one hand in a wave, but he was already gone and for a moment she was frozen to the spot thinking about what he had said.

Friday night arrived with much anticipation on behalf of both parties. Trisha knocked at Trevor’s front door, hoping the sundress she wore wasn’t too much. Trevor opened the door and his eyes widened appreciatively. He’d only ever seen Trish in jeans and t-shirts, but her outfit tonight was stunning. He invited her in and poured a glass of wine for them both. “The steaks are almost done and we can eat then. Or are you hungry for more than steak?, Trevor quipped, eyeing her mischievously. “Trisha blushed and giggled at the innuendo. “Hmmm.” She seemed to mull things over for a moment and then leaned over to kiss him a heat filled kiss that promised more. “I thought you said I was going to be dinner,” she teased. And with its imperfect timing the timer went off in the kitchen. They had a slow meal, sipping wine with their steaks and chatting about nothing. The subject of later hung in the air like a promise.

Dinner done, the pair headed for the living room where Trevor had every plan of having a conversation before just dragging Trisha to bed like he was aching to do. Trisha on the hand sat down nearly on his lap on the couch and leaned over for a kiss. Almost immediately Trevor’s resolve to have a real date was lost and he pulled her the rest of the way into his lap, deepening the kiss. She wrapped her arms around him and ground her ass against his dick, the thin layer of her skirt and his jeans the only barrier between them. Trevor broke the kiss first. “Girl, keep that up and we’re not gonna make it to the bedroom.” “Good,” she replied kissing first his cheek and then trailing those kisses across his jawline and down his neck. She bit down softly at a tender spot and kissed him there when he shuddered. “I don’t think you know just how long I’ve wanted you Trevor, to suck your cock, fuck you, feel your hands everywhere on my body” She gave him a wicked grin before sealing her lips to his, her tongue darting out to taste him. Trevor moaned against her lips and scooped her up into his arms. He at least wanted to make the bed before he fucked her like she wanted.

He ceremoniously deposited Trisha on the bed and the way she landed left it quite clear to him that she was clearly not wearing panties and he could see the wetness glistening between her legs. He dropped to his knees, pushing her skirt up out of the way and buried his face between her thighs. Trish veritably purred and fell back on the bed, spreading her legs further for him. Trevor’s tongue delved into her pussy tasting her salty sweetness and flicked the tip of her clit repeatedly making her moan and press against him. He was delighting in tasting and teasing her, but he really wanted to see her come for him. Sucking on her clit gently, he slid two fingers inside of her, pumping them in and out of her pussy, curling them to hit just the right spot. By this time Trisha was practically riding Trevor’s face and begging for more when an orgasm suddenly rolled through her body, her hips lifting from the bed. Trevor held her hips licking her gently as she came back down. She tilted her head up and grinned at him. “Wow. My turn.”

She sat up and removed the sundress completely bare beneath it and Trevor wanted nothing more than to drag her onto the bed and take her any way her could have her. But she was already undoing his belt to pushed down his jeans and boxers and leaning off the edge of the bed to wrap her lips around hid dick. He thrust gently wanting more and she happily obliged him sucking him down to the root and giving a soft hum. Trevor swore softly as she pulled her lips back up along the length of his and swore again when she swirled her tongue around the tip. “Keep that up and I’ll come before I get to fuck you, Baby.” She looked up at him and grinned, “So, what’ll it be then, get sucked or get fucked?” At that teasing line he was lost and flipped her over, just manhandling her, and yanked her to her knees and slipped his cock into her pussy slowly. Trisha moaned and swore under her breath and looked back at him. “Ride me, cowboy.”

His eyes narrowed and he held her hip tightly in one hand, lacing his other hand into her hair and rode her hard and fast. She was reduced to a moaning messing on his bed as she began to orgasm from the thorough fucking she was getting. Her hips bucked wildly driving his cock deeper and harder into her and she just couldn’t seem to stop orgasming. Trevor pulled her head back and growled at her, “I’m gonna fuck your ass pretty girl. You wanna say no?” That got Trisha’s attention very clearly and she answered softly, “I’ve never done it before. Be gentle?” He kissed her shoulder softly and trailed kisses down her back as he slowly withdrew his cock from her drenched pussy. “Of course I will.”

Trevor grabbed a bottle of lube from the night stand and spread the cool liquid along Trish’s tiny asshole and slowly slip one finger inside her. She started at the feeling and then relaxed. “How does that feel.” “Really goooood. Don’t stop.” So he didn’t and used two fingers to work more lube into her ass going slowly carefully. He slipped his other hand beneath her and began rubbing her clit. “I want you to come again for me and then I’ll fuck you. Be a good girl and do that for me.” She gasped and nodded, surprisingly turned on by his words. She wiggled her hips back and forth enjoying the feeling of her ass being fingered while Trevor rubbed her clit. She knew she was gonna have a huge orgasm from this and when Trevor picked up his pace and rubbed her clit harder she slammed herself back against his fingers and started swearing unintelligibly as another orgasm slammed into her body. Trevor groaned feeling her ass tighten and imagined just how that would feel wrapped around his dick. He had to remind himself to be gentle with her as he replaced his fingers with his cock.

Slowly he pushed against her ass, “Relax pretty girl.” Trish took a deep breath, letting it out slowly and wriggled her ass back against him very slowly as he pushed forward equally as slow. Before he was even all the way into her ass she shuddered at the feeling, “Ohmigod, this feel so good Trevor. I want this. I want you. Please fuck my ass?” “Oh I will darlin’, but I’m not going to hurt you. Be patient.” And with that his cock slid all the way into her ass and he held himself there feeling how tight she was as she marveled at the fullness. Trevor began to move, his hips rocking slowly back and forth. “Touch yourself for me Trish. Play with your clit and make yourself come again.” She did as he told her and began to whimper quietly knowing she was going to come so hard while he fucked her ass so slowly. She squirmed a little and Trevor felt her clench around him when she did and sighed with pleasure. Her orgasm built slowly and she was as patient as she could be writhing her hips and rubbing and flicking at her clit. She sighed her own sigh and felt her body tense up as the next orgasm began to hit causing her to shiver and buck her hips none too gently against Trevor’s dick. Her ass clenched around him again and she collapsed on the bed, her ass still in the air wanting to be fucked; she wanted to come again this time with Trevor just fucking her.

He held both of her hips in his hands and squeezed almost, but not quite hard enough to bruise and began to fuck her ass a little harder loving how she felt. He wanted to shoot his come into her and then curl up and hold her close until they were both ready for another round. Trish start shaking the moment he fucked her harder and tried to thrust her ass into him whimpering and moaning, using her body to beg for more of him. He didn’t want to hurt her so he kept a steady pace, hard, but not too hard and knew his own orgasm was imminent. He squeezed her ass causing her to moan again and grabbed her ass with both and and squeezed harder. She bucked her hips harder that time so he kept playing with her ass while he fucked her and suddenly Trisha moaned and he felt every muscle in her body tense and tighten. She was going to come again on his cock and when she did he was going to come in her tight ass. Moments later they both exploded in orgasms and were left breathless. Trevor pulled out of her and slid onto the bed pulling her to him. “How was that, pretty girl?” She gazed up at him her eyes slightly out of focus and she smiled at him. “Can we do it again later?”