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Used By Strangers In Public
(Daisy Rose)
"That's it," he says, moving his thumb further in. "Just relax."
"I can't, I can't," you gasp, body twitching, inner walls clenching down instead of relaxing. "I'm gonna tear," you whimper fearfully because it certainly feels that way.
"You won't," he reassures you. "You just need to relax."
You wish you could put him in your position and put your hand up his ass. Oh god, what if he decides to try your ass if he can't get his hand up your pussy? His fingers are warm and always moving, shifting and adjusting, as if he's trying to find a weakness in your opening that would allow him to slide his entire fist in.
You know that this is possible. You just don't think this is possible for you. You're not ready and he's asking too much of you, but even as you think that, his whole hand disappears inside of you with a sensation that can only be described as relief, the pressure at your opening disappearing when he finally manages to get the thickest part of his knuckle in you.
His other hand digs into your ass and your fingers scrabble at the window.
You can't breathe, you can't breathe. It's too full, too much.
"Can't- can't," you struggle to voice out your issue.
"Calm down, slut," he says and you expect him to spank you, but he rubs your back and your ass the same way one would a panicked animal. "You're alright," he says as he twists hi finger inside of you and you gasp when you orgasm just like that, your inner walls clenching down on his fingers like you're trying to milk his hand. "You beg so pretty for me to stop, but you want this, don't you? I haven't even started doing anything yet and you're orgasming already. Such a little slut," he growls.
His hand flattens on your back and you feel his hand inside of you do the same, spread out until it's flat inside of your body and you're sobbing, blabbering words that don't really mean anything.
"Color," he demands.
You don't even have to think about it. You open your mouth and you say, "Green."