Passages - Part 4

She had her on the velvet sofa, legs opened, knees trembling slightly. One finger slid in, then two. Slow. Tight around her knuckles. She curled them with a slow twist, felt the body clamp and release in waves. Wet sounds filled the quiet room. The woman beneath her gasped through clenched teeth, hips rolling up to meet every push. Her thighs tensed, abs flinching, and the first orgasm ripped through like a live wire pulled tight. They didn't stop. The fingers went deeper, knuckles flush, relentless and steady. Another wave crashed in, sharper than the first. Sweat slicked her lower back. She came again, harder, mouth open, no sound this time, just a long, trembling spasm. The fingerfucking never paused. Only grew wetter.