Chapter 917: Virgin Ass Through Curtain Gap 2

Samantha’s round, firm ass pushed through the gap—pale cheeks glistening with shower water, the deep cleft shadowed but inviting.

Her legs and upper body remained completely hidden behind the curtain; only that perfect, virgin ass was offered to the outside world—cheeks slightly parted, tiny pink asshole winking nervously, untouched ring clenching with every rapid breath.

The instant that round ass emerged, I brought my hand down—hard.

Phhhttt!

The sharp smack echoed off the tile walls, wet flesh jiggling violently. A bright pink handprint bloomed instantly across one cheek.

Samantha’s whole body jerked. A high, startled moan tore from her throat—"Aaaah...!"

Gabriela clamped a hand over Samantha’s mouth from behind the curtain—muffling the sound into a desperate, vibrating whimper.

"Shhh... quiet, slut," Gabriela hissed, fingers digging into Samantha’s cheek. "He’ll think it’s me moaning if you keep it low... but if you scream, he’ll know it’s your virgin ass getting marked."

I didn’t wait for permission.

Phttttt!

Another hard smack—lower this time, right across the lower curve where ass met thigh.

The flesh rippled, the sound wetter, sharper. Samantha’s hips bucked forward involuntarily, pushing her ass further through the gap—cheeks spreading wider, tiny pink asshole clenching and unclenching in panic-lust.

"Aaah... mmmphhh..." Her moan was stifled against Gabriela’s palm, body trembling, thighs quivering.

I gripped both cheeks—thumbs digging into the soft flesh, spreading her wide. Her virgin hole was perfect—tight, untouched, rosy-pink, clenching rhythmically like it was already begging to be stretched.

A thin trail of Samantha’s arousal leaked from her pussy below—clear, sticky threads dripping slowly down her inner thigh, mixing with shower water that still clung to her trembling skin.

The droplet trail glistened under the bathroom light filtering through the curtain gap, marking her descent from panic to pure, filthy need.

Her virgin asshole—tiny, pink, untouched—clenched rhythmically in the cool air outside the curtain, winking like it was already begging to be stretched.

I leaned in close to the narrow slit in the fabric, pretending—loud enough for both women to hear—that this perfect, quivering ass belonged to Gabriela.

"Wife... your asshole is quite swollen..." I growled, voice low and mocking. "It’s become like brand new again... so tight, so fresh... like I never stretched it wide last night."

Samantha’s whole body jerked at my words—cheeks flushing crimson behind the curtain, thighs quivering violently. Gabriela’s hand clamped harder over her mouth, fingers digging in to silence the whimper already rising in Samantha’s throat.

"Let me taste it," I said, dropping to my knees on the bathroom tile outside the curtain. The cold floor bit into my skin, but I didn’t care—my face was level with the presented ass, the deep cleft spread wide by Gabriela’s unseen hands from inside.

I buried my nose right into her crack—deep between those firm, round cheeks—and inhaled hard.

The scent hit like a drug: clean soap from the shower, faint musk of her skin, the sharp tang of her dripping arousal, and beneath it all the pure, virgin earthiness of her untouched asshole—clean, warm, slightly sweet, clenching nervously against the tip of my nose as I rubbed it in slow circles over the tiny pink ring.

Samantha’s eyes rolled back instantly—pupils blown wide, lashes fluttering. A high, desperate moan tore from her throat—"Aaaah...!"—muffled but unmistakable.

Gabriela reacted fast—crushing her mouth to Samantha’s in a hard, sloppy kiss, tongue thrusting deep to swallow every sound, swallowing the whimpers as Samantha’s body convulsed.

I dragged my nose lower—rubbing the puckered rim in filthy circles—then pushed my tongue flat against her virgin hole.

The taste exploded on my tongue: faint salt of skin, subtle sweetness of her arousal leaking from below, the clean, untouched flavor of her asshole itself—tight and hot, clenching hard the instant my tongue-tip probed the center.

I pushed deeper—tongue stiff, forcing past the resistant ring, swirling inside the narrow channel. Her asshole fluttered wildly around the intrusion—clenching, releasing, clenching again—like it was trying to suck my tongue deeper.

Wet slurping sounds filled the air—obscene, unmistakable—my saliva mixing with her natural tightness, dripping down her crack to join the trail of cunt-juice on her thigh.

Samantha’s thoughts screamed through telepathy—wild, fractured, obsessed:

[Oh god... his tongue... inside my virgin asshole... licking me... tasting me... stretching me with his tongue... it feels so fucking dirty... so good... I’m gonna cum... I’m gonna cum with his face buried in my ass... without him even knowing it’s me...]

Her hips bucked back involuntarily—pushing her asshole harder against my mouth, forcing my tongue deeper.

Her ring spasmed—clenching rhythmically around the thick muscle invading her, milking it like it was already cock. Fresh arousal gushed from her pussy—splashing onto my chin, dripping onto the tile below.

Gabriela broke the kiss just long enough to whisper hot against Samantha’s ear—voice shaking with her own arousal.

"Quiet... quiet, slut... he thinks it’s me... let him tongue-fuck your virgin hole... let him taste how tight you are... how fresh... don’t scream... don’t let him hear your voice... just take it... take his tongue in your ass like a good little whore..."

Samantha’s muffled cry vibrated against Gabriela’s lips—"Mmmphhh... aaaahhh...!"—as I swirled my tongue deeper, fucking her asshole with slow, wet thrusts. Her ring stretched wider with each push—puffy now, glistening with my spit, winking desperately.

Her thoughts spiraled louder, more broken:

[He’s eating my ass... licking inside me... my virgin hole... it’s so wet... so open... I love him... I love his tongue... I want his cock next... I want him to ruin me... split me open... cum inside my ass... mark me forever... even if he never knows it’s me... I’ll carry his taste in my asshole for the rest of my life...]

I pulled back just enough to speak—lips brushing her twitching rim, breath hot against the slick pucker.

"Mmm... tastes so fucking fresh... so tight... like it’s never been touched. Wife... you’re clenching so hard around my tongue... You want more? Want me to tongue-fuck this virgin hole until you squirt?"

Samantha’s body answered for her—hips bucking back hard, asshole pushing against my mouth, begging silently.

Gabriela’s hand slid down between Samantha’s thighs—fingers finding her swollen clit and rubbing furious circles—muffling her next cry with another hard kiss.

Samantha’s thoughts shattered:

[I’m gonna cum... with his tongue in my ass... Gabriela rubbing my clit... I’m gonna squirt... I’m gonna soak the curtain... he’s gonna taste my cum while he licks my virgin hole... please... don’t stop... own me... ruin me... I’m yours...]

Her asshole spasmed violently around my tongue—clenching, fluttering—as her pussy gushed, clear squirt spraying out in short bursts, splashing the curtain and dripping down my chin.

She came—silent but shattering—body convulsing, asshole milking my tongue like it was cock, tears leaking from her eyes as Gabriela swallowed every muffled scream.

I pulled my tongue free with a wet pop—her ruined ring gaping slightly now, glistening with spit, winking desperately.

"Delicious," I growled through the curtain. "Now... spread wider. I want to fuck this asshole until it’s gaping wide even if it’s swollen."

Samantha’s thoughts rang one last time—surrendered, broken, adoring:

[Yes... take me... ruin my virgin ass... I’m yours... forever...]