Mira's POV 

He started finger fucking my asshole harder. The pace picked up, his fingers thrusting deeper, twisting on every pull. The wet sounds grew louder, filthier. I bit the pillow harder, trying to stay quiet, but the pressure was building fast. Every thrust rubbed against something inside me that made my whole body light up. My hips started rocking back against his hand on their own. I was shaking harder now, thighs trembling, breath coming in short gasps into the pillow.

“That’s it,” he growled softly. “Take it. Take Daddy’s fingers in that tight little hole. You’re going to cum just like this, aren’t you? Just from me stretching...