I hooked my thumb harder, pulling back just enough to stretch the ring outward before shoving in again—slow, deliberate fucking motions now, no more than an inch or two, but enough to massage directly against the swollen base of her bladder.
Her knees buckled. I caught her weight with my free arm around her waist, pinning her upright so she couldn't escape the violation.
"Let it go," I whispered, lips brushing the shell of her ear. "Let me feel how full you are. How desperate."
A broken whimper. Her nails dug into my shoulders.
I added a second finger—index sliding in alongside the thumb—stretching her asshole wider. The sudden extra girth made her gasp so sharply it almost sounded like a sob. Her pelvic muscles fluttered wildly, fighting the intrusion, but every clench only rubbed her sensitive inner walls against my knuckles.
