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she whimpers. "Sheesh." I run my nose up and down her nape, my finger sliding in further into her ass. "We're going to need to loosen you up if there's any chance of you actually taking my cock." If she finds it hard to take a finger then there's no hope of her being able to take my cock. It would rip her apart. I piston in and out of her pussy, trying to take her mind off the finger inside her ass. It works and soon, Celestine is moaning and pushing her ass back for more.

His middle finger rests gently on the slit, and I swear I can feel my own juices drizzling onto him. Fuck!

STACY. The next morning at the clinic, I pinch the bridge of my nose with the back of my wrist because my fingers are stained green from crushed comfrey. “Your mix isn’t working.” Aunt Kasile (no blood relation—everyone just calls her that) sits on my exam cot with her bad knee propped on a rolled blanket and judgment in her eyes. “Two nights and I still pop like dry bark when I stand. You healed millions of wolves from wolf fever with your touch, can't you just spark a little glow in this old joint.”

I added, pointing at him. He nodded. I practically sprinted to the bathroom, slammed the door behind me, and immediately regretted it when the pain in my finger flared. “Argh, shit, fuck!” I hissed through clenched teeth, shaking my hand out. “This is what happens when you try to flirt with a hot boy. Feels like the damn bone shifted.” The pain was throbbing now, unbearable, but I couldn’t let it show. I still gotta play it cool; no way was I letting this fish slip away.

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Food, medicine and someone to look out for his well being until I get my senses back. I should stop thinking about future problems and enjoy this. I added the third finger, fingering him open. I didn't wait, I added the fourth one. Mason cries, moaning as he wraps his fingers against his own dick, stroking himself. I couldn't wait anymore as my mouth was watering, drooling even. I removed my fingers and immediately pressed my lips against his hole, licking and tugging my tongue inside him.

➿➿➿➿ I have a giant problem. My stupid fat finger has taken the ring hostage. I'm completely dolled up and ready to see Theodore, so I decided to take the ring off to put it back in his wallet, but my finger doesn't want to give it up. I start to fully panic when my finger starts to turn red, so I have to stop myself for a second and take a big breath. It's going to be okay. Once the swelling goes down, I can take it off. I just need to calm down. And maybe research ways to get a stuck ring out.

"Oh, but there's more. I don't think your will has been fully crushed… Let me add fuel to the fire!" Frank raised his palm and blew on it. As if sliced by a keen edge, all his fingers except his thumb were sliced off at the joint!

"F*ck! He planned it along these lines. Try not to let me know he maintains that us should place our fingers in and afterward strip off the tissue on our fingers to fill the little bowl?" Chapman appeared to be somewhat fretful. "Regardless of your thought process, I won't place my fingers in! Assuming any of you will forfeit a finger for me, I won't protest!" Chris, Bronte, and Grant all quieted down. Their hands hurt simply checking the contraption out. If they somehow happened to place their finger in there, it would hurt like damnation.