Right now, Charlotte and I were in my room. The air itself felt heavy, thick with heat and the lingering scent of sex that hadn't faded since earlier. I was fingering her, my hand moving slowly but deliberately, and I could feel her insides beginning to tighten around my fingers, pulsing softly as if reacting on instinct alone. It wasn't forced. It wasn't rushed. Her body was responding naturally, welcoming me without hesitation.
Four of my fingers slid inside her without the slightest sign of resistance. There was no stiffness. No tension. It was as if her pussy had already decided that anything I gave it was acceptable, as long as it was mine. Everything slipped in so easily that it almost surprised me, like her body was guiding my hand in rather than the other way around.
