Fingerdeep in her ass

Brandy and Minnie sprawl across the bed, lost in each other. Their shirts lie crumpled on the floor, sweaters kicked aside in the rush to skin. Brandy catches Minnie's thighs and pries them wide. A slick of spit, the first finger slides in Minnie's ass, knuckle by knuckle. The tight ring clenches, then yields. Minnie moans, hips jerking up as if the sound could spill out of her. Brandy keeps her hand steady, working deeper until she feels that warm, wet grip squeeze back. Minnie bucks when Brandy curls another finger inside, then a third. The stretch stings, a perfect burn. Brandy adds more spit, thumb tracing circles around Minnie's entrance until the muscle eases and she can push again. Minnie's voice climbs with each inch, begging, laughing, babbling louder the deeper Brandy goes. Brandy grins. She tucks her thumb, makes a fist, and eases in slow, deliberate, until Minnie arches off the sheets, loud, grateful, thanking the ache with every high, grateful sound she can find. She fists Minnie's ass until Minnie comes pulsing around her wrist, cunt clenching on nothing, toes flexed in sweat-wet sheets.