Nasty nymphos

We pushed it hard last night. She laid back with her thighs open and I lowered my mouth to her, licked past the delicate line of muscle and stayed there until the taste of her skin turned thick and dark. When my fingers were slick to the knuckles I began inside her, letting one knuckle then the next slip through, pushing slow, steady, deliberate. Her cunt spread around the width of my hand, thick ridges giving way, hot flesh tight and wet against my wrist. When I was past my knuckles and held inside to the wrist, the fit was almost painful for both of us. It still wasn’t enough. Sophie smiled without speaking, slid lower between my thighs, and worked her own hand into me the same way—wet, persistent, deeper each time she opened her fingers inside. We locked together like that, each buried to the wrist, bodies shaking, cunt and ass slick from piss and spit and sweat, taking exactly what the other could stand and then a little more.