She had no idea what it was all about, though, and she raised an eyebrow at him in question. Then he dipped his finger into her, and her eyes rolled back. In. Out. In. Out. He turned his finger at her, and Marissa cried out. He added another finger to it, and Marissa felt so stretched. Then he added another, and the feeling was so intensified that she forgot about her unease. Her body tightened like it was on the edge of something, and she strained up against him, knowing he could help her with what she was reaching for.

"How could she be so fucking tight?" He thought as...