The flared base cleared her rim with a wet, obscene sound. Her asshole gaped open immediately—pink, slick, pulsing in the cool air of the room. A small, helpless sound escaped her throat.
I stared down at it for a long second, watching the ring wink and try to close, failing. "Fuck… look at that ruined little hole. Wide open and begging already."
I slid two fingers in without warning—middle and index, straight to the second knuckle. Carrie's whole body jerked, a sharp gasp ripping out of her.
Kim stepped closer then, boots soft on the carpet. She crouched beside us, eyes wide and glittering under the low light. Our gazes met over Carrie's trembling body. Kim's lips curved into a quiet, wicked giggle. She pulled her phone from her pocket, angled it down, hit record. The tiny red light blinked on.
I couldn't help the slow smile that tugged at my mouth.
