"Ahhh..." Sasha cried out as she struggled to maintain her composure, her body betraying her by responding to the unexpected intrusion. Her walls clenched around his fingers as if they were hungry and eager for his touch.
It was as if she were a prisoner in her own body, a prisoner to his command, a prisoner to her desires. Her heart pounded, and she felt her cheeks burn with embarrassment and arousal. She wanted him to stop, but at the same time, she didn't. It felt too damn good.
As his fingers pumped in and out of her, curling and teasing her inner walls, her hips moved involuntarily, seeking more of the exquisite friction.
"Oh, fuck," Sasha whimpered as his thumb found her swollen clit and started to rub in slow, deliberate circles. Her mind went blank as a wave of intense pleasure crashed over her, drowning out everything else.
