ASHLEY'S POV
"Your p***y is so wet," Stephanie breathed, sounding genuinely awed.
"Ashley, you're drenched…"
"So are you," I said, because she absolutely was. Her walls gripping my fingers tight and slick on every thrust. "Oh gosh Steph, you feel…"
"Don't stop," she said sharply. "Don't you dare stop!"
"I'm not stopping…"
"Faster," she said. "f*****g finger me faster, Ashley!!"
I went faster.
She matched me.
Both of us working each other in a desperate wet rhythm.
And the sounds our hands were making was disgustingly loud in my quiet bedroom. Slick, obscene and relentless.
I looked down between us. At her fingers buried inside my soaking cunt. Then at my own hand doing the same to her, and the sight of it made my walls clench so hard around her fingers that she gasped.
"Oh… o
