42 Good Girl

Daemond's finger pushed in slowly. Digging in with control. His index finger seemed to search for a moment, but once he found what he was looking for, he pressed down and rubbed with such precision. 

Annica could feel her body begin to open. Her mind screamed. She held her breath as she felt her body liquefy and without being able to stop herself, she moaned.

"Oooohh!" 

Annica dug her nails into Daemond's thighs and grabbed tightly.

Her heart was beating so fast, that she felt all her veins moving towards her expanding lower body. She could even feel a bit of her juices seeping out, as if approving of what Daemond was doing and wanting more.

"You like it, don't you?" Daemond whispered in a voice full of mockery.

"What?" she asked as if trying to understand what was going on.

"You enjoy my hands inside you," he replied in a whisper. "Touching you like this… pleasuring you…" He then leaned in closer and added, "Fingering you."