Make the change quick, I think, because my muscles are contracted to the maximum already; they’re ready to let go, ready to surrender. But maybe that’s what the change of hands is all about. Stall. Draw it out for me. Maybe I should have told them that I have no issue coming multiple times, that there’s no need to delay my climax. But it’s not really a topic one works easily into conversation.
But Jill’s fingers stay inside of me. There’s no breach of contact between fingers and cunt. Not for a split second. Still, I’m spread wider, the rim of my p***y opening more for them. I see both of their arms move, as though in unison and engaging in the same action.
Charlotte has a finger inside of me as well. They’re both f*****g me simultaneously. That’s what she meant earlier. As soon as this
