Even with some preparation, Latte was wholly taken aback by what came next. Reaching out, Anon pressed her head against the table, pinning her down with ease. He raised a hand, slamming it down against her flank, earning a moan of pained pleasure from Latte. She couldn’t even think of what to say or do, soon finding her asscheek being grabbed and spread apart by Anon’s free hand as she felt the head of his cock kiss against her sweaty backdoor. 