‘Nothing turns me on more than the thought of anal with Jacob Frye. I’m bent over as he eats my dripping pussy. His slick tongue slides over my asshole, his hands spreading my cheeks as his tongue dips inside and swirls. He loves my bashful moans, the way I writhe and grasp the bedsheets. He’d bend me over the edge of the bed, stand behind me and trap me between his thrusts and the mattress. Skin slaps skin, I blush and whimper his name, a fine sheen of sweat dripping from my forehead.’