Chapter Twenty:
The fingertips swirled momentarily, about Cloey’s anus, heightening Inga’s anticipation. Then, with one hand flat in the middle of Cloey’s lower back and, with the opposite elbow c****d, Inga drove a finger into the dark reaches of Cloey’s rectum. The invasion startled Cloey, leaving her frightened and unnerved. She screamed. It came out as a forceful rush of air followed by a distended grunt, like someone had just stepped on a frog.
Inga repeated the deep penetration, thrusting now, over and over. “I just knew you were a bottom girl.” And she laughed, a little hysterically, Cloey realized. “That down deep,” Inga continued, “you’ve always wanted this. Well sweetie, you’ve just met your reality. Enjoy.” And she stretched Cloey’s anus further by adding a second finger.
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