Tight ass fingering

Syesha sat on the edge of the bed, still raw from the breakup, convinced no one could touch her the way her ex had. Felicity knelt in front of her, took Syesha’s face in both hands, and said, “Stop grieving what your cunt already knows how to feel.” They crashed together—mouths open, tongues wet—then Felicity pushed her back and sucked hard on each nipple until Syesha gasped. Two slick fingers slid into Syesha’s pussy; two more pressed between her cheeks and sank into her stretched asshole. Every thrust made the rim flutter and gave, soft and obscene. Felicity worked both holes at once, knuckles glistening, thumb circling Syesha’s clit. Syesha’s spine bowed. The ache that had belonged to her ex melted into a sharper, dirtier pleasure. By the time she came—tight, pulsing, dripping onto Felicity’s wrist—she had already stopped missing anyone.