The remnants of dinner were still scattered across the heavy wooden table, half-finished plates of food and crumpled napkins pushed hastily aside to make room for us. The wild, chaotic energy of the night had completely spilled over from the living room.
Eleanor was perched on the very edge of the table, her smooth legs wrapped securely behind my waist, anchoring me to her. I had her pinned, my hips driving deep into her slick, tight asshole with every shove.
"Too bad you went last," I chuckled, leaning forward to press a brief, bruising kiss to her lips before pulling back. "It was actually thanks to you all this happened."
"I mean…" She moaned, the sound vibrating against my chest as she wrapped her arms tightly around my neck, resting her chin heavily on my shoulder. "You were gonna fuck these women regardless. I just changed how you fuck them."
"Yeah. I never knew I'd love anal sex this much, though."
