Hope this questions isn't weird but does Erik enjoy anal sex? I mean I know he eat any and everything and then some but how does he feel about that?
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I think, contrary to popular belief, while Erik might certainly enjoy anal sex (I mean how could he not? It feels great), the reason he really enjoys is because of how much you love it.
"How do you feel?"
Stepping out of the bathroom, he dries his hands off with the hand towel, tossing it over his shoulder as he clicks off the light and makes his way over to you.
The white Calvin Klein briefs he was sporting sat low on his hips, and you could more than see his very pronounced member standing at attention underneath the thin material.
You were currently on the bed, your bottom half being supported by your feet placed hips length apart on the floor, your body stretched out across the bed.
You look up, flipping your fluffy curly fro (unsuccessfully) to the side to watch him walk towards you.
A slow smile spreads your lips, loving the view you had of him at your eye level.
"I feel good."
He climbs on to the gigantic California King size bed, crawling towards you and bending his neck down to meet yours, sucking your bottom lip into his mouth before kissing you nastily, heavy on the tongue.
You can feel his hand come up to hold your chin, the other one crawling onto your back before snaking down your spine, stopping when he reaches your ass.
He takes two fingers and continues up and over your rounded bottom, pausing to bring them together and take hold of the pink rose glass but plug that was filling you up.
He circles the heavy device slowly inside of you for a few seconds, playing with it like a joystick before gently pulling it out of you a little and reinserting it, over and over again to give you a delicious stretch.
You groan erotically deep into his mouth and he swallows the sounds, your mewling making his dick twitch.
He lets go of your chin and reaches behind you to dig his thumb nail into the base of your spine, dragging it up to the nape of your neck and making your back curve in a beautiful arch.
Detaching his lips from yours with a wet suck, he watches your eyelids flutter shut, and asks you again.
"How do you feel now?"
The only sounds your mouth allows are soft pants as you try and gain back some control, the multiple sensations tugging your mind in different directions.
He brings his lips to your ear and nibbles on the rim of it, hard enough to grab your attention, but soft enough not to overpower everything else you were feeling.
