Ebony Encounter: Jenn’s Intimate Anal Surrender

I am almost surprised to find my hand inside his body, it has happened so suddenly. Vxxx You damn near knocked me over, ya know.”
“Hmph!” I retort. I do not know. Lube.”
I am already fumbling around in the medicine cabinet above the sink, and before he can finish speaking, I have the tube of antibiotic ointment in my hand and have opened the cap with my teeth, as my other hand is pressed flat against the wall. If I were to spread my fingers and force them into him, I could perforate the thin and relatively fragile walls of his rectum far easier than I could a woman’s vagina. Isn’t it? (Old-fashioned usage but Kurt likes it.)
Ach du Scheisse! But he is the man I love, so what does that matter?