The Masturbational

I started with putting three fingers inside her but she was so tight that I had to work them in slowly, feeling her muscles clench around me. Her back arched as she let out a sharp gasp, her body trembling with a mix of pleasure and slight discomfort. I could feel every ridge and contour of her inner walls as I began to move my fingers, curling them slightly to hit that sensitive spot deep inside. Her breath came in ragged pants, her hips rocking against my hand as she adjusted to the fullness. The wetness grew with each movement, making it easier to glide in and out until she was begging for more, her nails digging into my shoulders as waves of pleasure washed over her.