Under my astonished gaze, Julia lay sprawled on the grass, her left hand supporting her knee while her legs were completely spread apart.
Her right hand moved rapidly as two fingers plunged in and out of her body.
Slick, white foam coated her fingers, acting as a lubricant.
Soon, she withdrew her trembling hand, her body rolling and convulsing on the grass like a dying mermaid.
A stream of slightly sour-sweet fluid sprayed onto the ground, carrying a faint fishy odor.
Even after the climax, Julia didn't seem satisfied. She screamed in frustration, her hands still probing her body.
It was as though she wasn't content with just her fingers. She appeared to want to insert her entire hand inside.
Alarmed that she might hurt herself, I quickly dropped the dagger I was holding and grabbed
