The moans escaping Lana’s mouth were soft and frequent as she felt the pressure of his digit against, then within, her ass.  There was no pain, just a delicious pressure that had her pushing her rump towards him, almost begging for more.  At the very least, encouraging him not to stop.<br/><br/>For Lana, it was almost as if Steve was scratching an itch she hadn’t even known she’d had; the sensations his thumb caused were a different sort of pleasure, causing Lana to wonder what other pleasures could be found using her back door.<br/><br/>Reaching back with her hands, she grabbed each of her cheeks, spreading them gently, hoping to assist Steve in whatever way she could.  Feeling greedy, she turned her head, her eyes seeking his.  “Maybe a bit bigger still?”  The question was a hopeful one; she wanted to experiment, wanted to push her boundaries in the hopes that the rewards would be great.