"Oh!" she squealed. She had felt something pulse inside her womb, like a little bomb going off. A pressure was building, pressing against her vaginal walls, opening, and her elusive G-spot. It was like she was being taken by a custom-sized sex-toy, built with her in mind. 'She's fucking me from the inside?!' In the mirror, she could see her pussy lips spread as if something were working its way outward . . . it was the mist. A small bit of mist had freed itself and seemed to be forming the shape of a finger. That finger tickled her clit as the force inside of her deepest sex pulsed...