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Teen anal was the last thing on my mind when we started the night, but that’s exactly where we ended up, and I’m still replaying every second of it. We were sprawled on my couch, killing time with bad jokes and half-empty drinks, when she turned to me with that grin—braces flashing under the dim light, all shy but with this wicked spark in her eyes that said she was thinking what I was thinking. I reached over, traced her jaw, and she leaned in, and the kiss was slow at first, almost teasing, until her hand slid up my thigh and the teasing stopped. Clothes came off in a messy rush, and I had her bent over the armrest, my palms on her hips, feeling her shudder as I teased the entrance before sinking in. That first push was tight, so tight, and she let out this shaky gasp that turned into a moan when I started moving, slow and deliberate, watching her back arch and her fingers claw at the cushion. She whispered “harder” over her shoulder, and I obliged, picking up a rhythm that had us both sweating, her sounds getting louder and less guarded with every thrust, that slick noise filling the room. I could feel her clenching around me, that flutter that meant she was close, and I buried myself deep, holding there as I came, feeling her pulse around me in waves. When I pulled out, she collapsed onto the floor, giggling and breathless, and I just dropped down beside her, both of us sticky and spent, and she looked at me with those braces-glinting eyes and said, “That was something else,” and I couldn’t agree more.