Her toes curled up, her hips now arched, allowing my fingers to explore her insides. My fingers strimmed against the slight pussy wall, sending different flows of pleasure inside her body, even I couldn't deny I was feeling turned on.
I'd like to think after I died, Lucy kept to herself and didn't give her body away to any other man. Judging from the reactions I've been getting from her, it's safe to assume she hasn't.
Lucy's eyes had remained close ever since I began exploring her insides, while giving out little squeaks as she gripped the bedsheets.
"You don't have to fight it." I whispered, "If you feel good, you should learn to enjoy every second of it. Don't be so stubborn".
I watched as she slowly opened her eyes, staring at me with such embarrassment that even I was a bit stunned by it.
She looks even cuter.
