The pleasure dulled something inside her—something she felt she should remember. But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't recall what it was... not that she tried very hard.
The shame she should've felt—at being touched so intimately in a place she herself had never dared explore—would have consumed her completely, if not for the sheer force of the pleasure flooding her in that moment. Her body couldn't have cared less.
Her back arched with a gasp, raw and breathless, as her moans spilled louder with each thrust of his fingers. Her body trembled violently, the sensation of being filled so deeply making her mouth fall open in a silent cry. She felt as though she'd been deprived of air, lungs clawing for breath, her senses splintering under the weight of sensation.
