บท 161: I Want That *

"I want that," she said, pressing herself closer to him. His hand pressed roughly against her and she felt one of his digits join her. Their fingers slipped in together, filling her. His arm held her by the waist and pressed her back against him harder. 

They moved their fingers in and out, the arm on her waist sliding over her chest and cupping her breast. She was holding onto his forearm while the other tried to keep up with the motion of his fingers inside her. His fingers were considerably longer and the dichotomy was puzzling. 

Just when she was about to ask for more, he slid another finger in. She was tingling from head to toe as he scissored his fingers and stretched her. Her own finger stalled and she was lost in the sensation until his thumb bumped inter her hand and pushed her to move again. 

'What the hell is this?' she screamed internally.