I pushed harder. The tight ring fought me the entire way. Sweat started to bead on my forehead from the effort. Millimeter by millimeter the muscle gave ground. Carrie's whole body was rigid under me, thighs trembling, soft sounds of pain and forced control leaking out of her even while she tried to stay quiet for the phone.
Finally the widest part of my knuckles slipped past the rim with a sudden, wet stretch. My fist sank inside her. The heat and pressure were immediate and crushing. Her asshole clamped down around my wrist like a vice. I kept going, slow but relentless, feeding more of my hand into the burning silky heat until my fist was buried inside her ass up to the wrist, the tight ring stretched obscenely around it.
Carrie was breathing hard into the pillow, still forced to keep the conversation going while my entire fist sat inside her.
"Babe? You there?"
"Y-yes… I'm here," she managed, voice shaking. "Sorry. Nala was just… telling me something funny."
