“Good girl.” I skimmed my fingers along her delicate, velvety slit, over and over, slipping deeper into the damp crease with each pass. “Tell me everything that’s breached this hole.” “Um…” Her hands curled into trembling fists on my shoulders. “Toys, fingers—” “Whose fingers?” I sank my own, just the tips, groaning at her tightness. “Mine. And a few others. Guys I don’t remember.” Jealousy flared, unreasonable and unnecessary. Those boys would never touch her again. “No tongues?” I asked. “No dicks?” “No. Just toys, fingers, and…that.” She gulped as I pressed the applicator inside her. Her
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