I tried to stay propped on my elbows and get a little control of the situation, but then he tugged down the waistband of my underwear, and it tipped me over again, face-down.
His weight lifted off me as he moved down, pulling my underwear all the way off, and then he resettled, kneeling between my legs.
This was better than having my ass up in the air, at least. I didn't feel as exposed.
And then he put his hands on my cheeks, using his thumbs to spread me open.
So much for that.
I could just keep my head down, like an ostrich, and if I couldn't see what was happening I couldn't be embarrassed by it, right?
But with my other senses muffled, his touch eclipsed anything else. His knees, hard against my thighs. His thumbs pulling me apart, and then dipping in, tugging at the rim of my hole.
Opening me, so he could see inside.
