PLEASE ME, DADDY: 50 SHADES OF DESIRE
The stretch burned a little, but it felt so good, like scratching an itch deep inside.
More people noticed now. A woman gasped, pulling her husband away, but others stopped to watch. Whispers spread: 'Is that Mira? What's she doing?' The man worked in a third finger, twisting them around. Mira's ass gripped him tight, pulling him deeper. She rocked her hips, fucking herself on his hand.
'More,' she panted. 'Your whole fist. Punch it in.'