I let my guy friends do it on my asshole

She could hear his breath hitching behind her—short, jagged gasps. She knew the power of the view she was giving him. To drive the point home, she reached back with one hand, hooking her thumb under the lace and pulling it down just enough to expose the soft curve of her cheeks. She moved slowly, side to side, a rhythmic, taunting sway that forced him to watch every shift of her skin.