Julianna Bodor
Penetrating The East 3 Scene 6
She's already dripping. Two fingers sliding in and out, wet sounds filling the room. Then three. She doesn't slow down. Four fingers stretch her open, knuckles brushing her entrance like a dare. She pushes harder. Five now—her whole hand disappearing inside her cunt. Wrist flexing, forearm tense. She fists herself deep, breath hitching every time her knuckles grind past that tight ring. Her other hand grips the sheets. She looks straight at you. No shame. Just heat. Just hunger. And she's not done yet.
She's already dripping. Two fingers sliding in and out, wet sounds filling the room. Then three. She doesn't slow down. Four fingers stretch her open, knuckles brushing her entrance like a dare. She pushes harder. Five now—her whole hand disappearing inside her cunt. Wrist flexing, forearm tense. She fists herself deep, breath hitching every time her knuckles grind past that tight ring. Her other hand grips the sheets. She looks straight at you. No shame. Just heat. Just hunger. And she's not done yet.