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For the past two weeks, Daniela had been torturing you.

It started innocently enough—or at least that’s what she claimed. She’d send you a mirror selfie from the dance studio, skirt slightly lifted, showing the curve of her ass in tight leggings. Then the messages got bolder.

A picture of her in tiny shorts, bent over tying her shoes, caption: “Thinking about you behind me.”

Another one in the hotel bathroom during their schedule—black thong disappearing between her cheeks, caption: “Still waiting for you to stop being scared and take it.”

Every time you opened your phone, there she was—her perfect ass on full display, teasing you, daring you.

She had never done anal before, but for some reason she had become obsessed with the idea. Every night on FaceTime she’d bring it up:

“When are you finally gonna fuck my ass, baby? I’ve been waiting so patiently…”

You always told her “soon.” You were nervous—she was tight as fuck already, and you didn’t want to hurt her.

But Daniela wasn’t the patient type.

Tonight, she finally snapped.

She had just gotten back from a late-night photoshoot. The second she walked into your apartment, still wearing her stage practice outfit—that black micro-skirt that barely covered anything and a cropped top—she didn’t even say hello.

She walked straight up to you, turned around, and pressed her ass against your crotch.

She started rubbing.

Slow, rolls of her hips, grinding her soft, warm ass cheeks against the front of your sweatpants. The tiny skirt rode up instantly, fully exposing the lower half of her ass. She wasn’t wearing panties.

“You’ve been saying ‘soon’ for two weeks,” she murmured, looking back at you over her shoulder. Her voice was low, a little annoyed, a little needy. “I’m tired of waiting.”

You groaned, hands automatically gripping her hips as she kept grinding on you. Your cock was already rock hard, throbbing against her through the thin fabric.

“Dani… we said we’d take it slow—”

“I don’t want slow anymore,” she cut you off. She reached back, grabbed your hand, and guided it under the skirt until your fingers brushed her bare pussy. She was soaked. “Feel that? I’ve been wet for days thinking about you fucking my ass.”

She turned around, pushed you down onto the couch, and climbed onto your lap. Her skirt was bunched up around her waist now, ass completely exposed as she straddled you.

“I want it tonight,” she said, eyes locked on yours. “I want you to take my ass. Right now.”

You swallowed hard. Your hands slid up her thighs, squeezing the soft flesh.

“You sure? It’s gonna hurt at first.”

“I know,” she whispered, leaning in to kiss you. “I want it to hurt a little. I want to feel you stretch me open.”

She reached down between you, pulled your sweats down just enough to free your cock. It sprang up—thick, heavy, already leaking. She wrapped her hand around it and stroked you slowly while kissing your neck.

“Get the lube,” she said against your skin.

You didn’t argue.

You grabbed the bottle from the side table. She took it from you, poured a generous amount onto her fingers, and reached back to rub it over her tight hole. She moaned softly as she worked two fingers inside herself, stretching herself open while you watched.

When she was satisfied, she poured more lube directly onto your cock, stroking you until you were glistening and slick.

Then she positioned herself.

She turned around, facing away from you, and slowly lowered herself onto your lap. She reached back, spread one ass cheek with her hand, and guided the thick head of your cock to her tight entrance.

“Go slow,” she breathed.

You held her hips steady as she started sinking down.

The head popped past her tight ring and she gasped sharply — a mix of pain and surprise. Her thighs trembled as she took the first few inches.

“Fuck… it’s so thick…” she whimpered.

She kept going—breathing through the stretch as more and more of your cock disappeared into her ass. You could feel how incredibly tight she was, every inch squeezing you like a vice. Halfway down she had to pause, breathing hard, forehead resting against your shoulder.

“It burns…” she whispered, but she didn’t stop. She kept lowering herself until her ass was flush against your lap, your entire cock buried deep inside her.

She stayed still for a moment, adjusting, soft little whimpers escaping her lips.

Then she started moving.

Slow, experimental rolls of her hips. Testing how it felt. Every movement made her moan—low, shaky sounds that went straight to your cock.

“God… I feel so full,” she gasped. “You’re so deep in my ass… holy—”

You groaned, hands gripping her hips tighter. “You’re so fucking tight, Dani.”

She started riding you properly—slow at first, then gradually faster. Her ass bounced on your cock, the sparkly skirt still bunched around her waist, giving you the perfect view of your thick cock stretching her tight hole.

She reached down and rubbed her clit while she rode you, moaning louder.

“Harder,” she panted after a few minutes. “Fuck my ass harder.”

You thrust up to meet her—deep strokes that made her cry out. The sound of her ass slapping against your lap filled the room. She was getting louder, wetter, her pussy dripping down onto your balls as you fucked her ass.

“Fuck yes! just like that—don’t stop—”

You could feel her getting close. Her moans turned into desperate little cries. You reached around and rubbed her clit fast and rough.

She came hard—body shaking violently, ass clenching around your cock like a vice as she screamed your name. Her pussy gushed, soaking your thighs.

You didn’t stop.

You kept fucking her ass through her orgasm—until she was sobbing from overstimulation.

Only then did you let go.

You thrust deep one final time and came inside her ass with a loud groan, pumping thick, hot ropes deep into her. She moaned long and low as she felt you filling her up.

You stayed buried inside her for a long time, both of you breathing hard, sweaty and spent.

Daniela leaned back against your chest, still impaled on your cock, and let out a shaky laugh.

“…Holy shit,” she whispered. “That was way better than I imagined.”

You kissed the back of her neck, arms wrapping around her waist.

“Told you we should’ve waited until you were ready.”

She clenched around you once more, making you groan.

“Shut up,” she said, smiling. “We’re doing that again tomorrow.”

Ever since that first night, Daniela had become completely addicted to anal.

She wanted it all the time. In the car after long rehearsals. In the dorm when her members were asleep. Even once in the practice room after everyone else had left.

She started texting you during the day with nothing but a mirror selfie—skirt lifted just enough to show her ass—followed by a simple message: “I need it again tonight.”

Tonight she dragged you to a random library.

It was past 10 p.m. and the building was almost empty. Daniela had told her manager she needed to study lyrics in one of the quiet corners on the third floor.

The second you two slipped into the single-stall bathroom at the very back, she locked the door and turned to you with that familiar hungry look.

She was still wearing her practice outfit—the small sparkly blue colored-skirt that barely covered anything. No panties underneath. She never wore them anymore when she knew she was going to see you.

Without saying a word, she turned around, bent over the sink, and pulled the skirt all the way up to her waist. Her ass was fully exposed—smooth, round, and already slightly flushed.

“I’ve been wet since rehearsal,” she whispered, looking at you through the mirror. “I kept thinking about you fucking my ass while I was dancing.”

She reached back and spread one cheek with her hand, showing you her tight little hole.

“Fuck me,” she said. “Right here. I don’t care if someone hears.”

You stepped behind her, pulled your cock out, and rubbed the thick head against her entrance. She was already slick from earlier teasing, but you still spat on your hand and coated yourself generously.

You pushed in slowly.

Daniela gasped sharply as the head stretched her open. Even after all the times you’d fucked her ass in the past few weeks, she was still so incredibly tight.

“Fuck… it’s still so thick,” she moaned, gripping the edge of the sink. “Go deeper.”

You kept pushing until you were buried all the way inside her ass. She let out a long, shaky breath, pushing back against you until her ass was pressed flush against your hips.

“God, I love how full you make me,” she whispered.

You started thrusting—slow and deep at first, letting her feel every inch sliding in and out. The bathroom was quiet except for the wet, filthy sounds of you fucking her ass and her soft, breathy moans.

She looked at you in the mirror, eyes half-lidded.

“Harder,” she begged. “I want to feel it tomorrow when I’m on stage.”

You gripped her hips tighter and gave her what she wanted. Your thrusts became faster and deeper, the sound of your hips slapping against her ass growing louder. Daniela moaned louder too, no longer trying to stay quiet.

“Fuck yes—baby—shit! keep going—”

You reached around and rubbed her clit while you fucked her ass. She came hard within minutes, her whole body shaking as her ass clenched rhythmically around your cock. Fresh wetness dripped from her pussy onto the floor.

You kept pounding into her ass, deep and relentless, until she came again—louder this time, her voice cracking as she tried to hold back her moans.

Only then did you let yourself go.

You thrust deep one final time and came inside her ass, groaning as you pumped thick, hot spurts deep into her. Daniela moaned long and low, feeling you fill her up again.

You stayed buried inside her for a while, both of you breathing hard, her body still trembling with aftershocks.

She finally looked back at you in the mirror, a tired but satisfied smile on her face.

“My ass is gonna be so sore during tomorrow’s schedule,” she whispered.

You kissed the back of her neck gently.

“I bet it’s still worth it.”

She clenched around your cock one last time and laughed softly.

“Every single time.”

She stayed bent over the sink for a moment longer, your cock still inside her, cum slowly leaking out around you.

Then she straightened up, turned around, and kissed you deep and slow.

“But next time,” she murmured against your lips, “I want you to fuck my ass while I’m wearing this skirt on stage… immediately after the show.”

You groaned, already getting hard again inside her.