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Wet, slick noises accompanied every careful pump of his fingers as he checked different areas. My hips rocked subtly against his hand. I moaned again, louder this time, the noise turning into a series of soft, rhythmic whimpers. "Mmm... right there... it feels incredible..." My breathing grew heavy and uneven. Each stroke of his fingers sent waves of pleasure radiating through my core. I let the sounds pour out freely now, no longer trying to muffle them. "Ahh... oh god... your fingers are so deep..."

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“Use your words, Mirabel.” A sound, half-sob, half-whimper, broke from her throat. Her hands left his shoulders, sliding down his sweat-slicked chest. “Fuck me.” The words were a whisper, but they hung in the steamy air, undeniable. His control snapped. The laid-back grin vanished, replaced by pure, predatory focus. “Yeah.” He drove forward. The stretch was immense. The burning fullness stole the air from her lungs. He was thicker than his fingers. The bath mat scrunched beneath her with the force, and her mouth opened in a silent cry.