The one beneath me groaned louder, his hips pounding into me with more force, and my body shook from the impact. My breasts bounced against his chest, my hair clinging to my sweaty face as I sobbed out moans. The one behind me added a second finger, pushing it in slowly, stretching me wider.
I gasped loudly, my whole body jerking at the sudden pressure. The burn made tears prick at the corners of my eyes, but instead of pulling away, I found myself pushing back against him. The more he scissored his fingers apart, stretching me, the more the pleasure began to bloom under the sting. My moans grew higher, louder, desperate.
“Ahhh—please,” I cried, not even knowing what I was begging for. My hips moved on their own, grinding down against the one beneath me while pushing back on the fingers
