I walked over to the sink and opened the mirror cabinet, grabbing the small jar of Vaseline. Kayla leaned forward against the counter, then struggled to pull her tight hotpants down her thick thighs. The fabric fought her the whole way, stretching obscenely before finally sliding down. She reached back and spread her asscheeks with both hands, presenting her slightly red, still-gaping asshole to me.
I scooped a generous amount of Vaseline onto my fingers and gently pressed them against her hole. Kayla shivered at the cool touch.
"Ouch… slow, slow," she whispered. "Gentle please…"
"Sorry," I murmured, softening my touch immediately. I rubbed the Vaseline in slow, careful circles, coating her sensitive rim thoroughly. Her asshole twitched under my fingers, the pink ring contracting and relaxing as I massaged the ointment in.
