My First Anal Surrender: Giving Abou My Untouched Ass After the Heist

My bedroom door slammed. Youssef stormed out, humiliated. My ass cheek burned from his slap. Heart hammered. Abou stood there, cock still hard, eyes wide. I grabbed vaseline from the bathroom. Cool tube in my trembling hand. Back to him. His massive black cock throbbed. I squeezed lube onto my palm. Slick. Cold at first. Wrapped fingers around his shaft. Stroked slow. Up and down. He groaned low. My pulse raced. This was it. The one hole he’d never claimed. My virgin ass. Fear twisted in my gut. Excitement burned hotter. We’d just pulled off the photo heist. His uncle’s phone smashed. Evidence gone. Victory rush mixed with lust. No backing out now. I wanted this. Needed to reward him. To feel him everywhere. Whispered in his ear. ‘Abou, tonight I give you my last secret spot. Thanks to you, we’re free.’ His breath hitched. Guided his lubed cock tip to my lips. Kissed it. Tasted salt and him. Bent over the bed. Knees weak. Spread cheeks with shaky hands. Lubed my tight ring. Finger circled. Nervous push. One knuckle in. Sting. Then pull out. Heart pounding like a drum. He stepped close. Hands on my hips. His tip pressed. Hot. Insistent. I froze. Breathe. Desire won. Pushed back slow.