Backdoor Whore

You cleansed your asshole just for me,
And having flushed it clean, you came
Out of the motel bathroom, free
From all restraint and sense of shame.
With anal inserts you had trained
Your virgin poop-hole to receive
My cock, erect and densely veined,
As, with it, both your cheeks I'd cleave.
You'd studied what a YouTube star
Had shared as tips for anal sex,
And with your knowledge up to par,
Were ready now, in all respects,
To bend and spread your ample ass,
And tell me: "Once the tip is in,
Just thrust it!" And I thought: "This lass
Is really going for the win!"
I lubed my prick and placed its head
Just where your puckered butthole sat
Prepared to take what I'd embed
Into it, and so I, with that,
Made my first gentle push into
Your warm ass cavern, and you moaned:
"Yes, fuck my ass!" And that, my cue,
I took, when your back hatch I boned.
This was the first time I had fucked
An ass, and also was your first
Time taking dick into that duct,
And we both felt we soon would burst
In climax of orgasmic bliss.
Your asshole clenched upon my shaft,
You looked back, and I bent to kiss
Your mouth, and from my place abaft
Your hips, gave one last thrust, and shot
A hot, thick load into that place
Behind you I call your rear slot.
Then, from the smile upon your face,
I knew you felt the creampie fill
Your ass, all broken in and sore,
As I stood trembling from the thrill,
And you said: "I'm your 'backdoor' whore!"