I fucked her deeper, angling my hips so every thrust dragged against the sensitive walls. The wet squelching sounds of her stretched asshole grew louder. I reached up with both hands, forced two fingers from each hand into her mouth, and pulled her lips open, stretching them wide like a bridle. Carrie made a muffled, helpless sound around my fingers while I kept slamming into her ass.
"Why's your voice sounding like that all of a sudden?" her husband asked, clearly noticing the change.
I pulled my fingers outward, stretching her mouth even more, and whispered against her ear again.
"Answer him. Talk with my fingers in your mouth like a good little slut. Tell him you're fine."
"I'm… f-fine…" Carrie managed around my fingers, the words distorted and wet. "Just… cold. Wind picked up."
