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Sara
Overwhelmed, I clench my pelvic floor muscles, feeling the impossible girth of his c**k and the stinging burn from that invading finger. Even with copious amounts of lube, it didn’t go in easily. I feel painfully full, violated and overtaken, and my breath comes in hard pants as I try to adjust to the strange sensation of being penetrated in two places.
To my relief, my tormentor withdraws his finger, only to have it return joined by another. The thick digits work into my ass slowly, stretching the tight ring of muscle with great care, but it still hurts, my body resisting the intrusion.
“Push out, ptichka.” His voice is a devil’s whisper, seductive and controlled, even as his c**k throbs deep inside me. “Relax and let me in. You’ll like it.”
Panting shallowly, I try to do as
