Chapter 125

I clamped my hands down on her ass and pulled her to me again. The time off between shoots, after years of grueling schedules, suited Juliet. She was relaxed and happy. Her mouth melted into mine. Our tongues danced happily. I reached my hand behind her and slid it under the taut black nylon of her Dolce & Gabbana bikini bottoms. The V-shaped backside wound up in little more than a string at the bottom of her ass crack leading to her pussy. I traced the path with a delicate touch and then smiled in surprise.

"Butt plug?" I said.

"I told you, I really want anal today," Juliet said, nodding with an electric smile on her face. "I dreamed about it last night. The way that thick dick of yours splits me open. It’s so rough at first, I have to bite my lip. But then you bottom out, and I feel your balls squishing against my ass and your tip pushing up into my stomach. God, it’s the most delicious fucking pressure."

"Fuck," I brea