Self-fisting

Eve sits on the edge of the bed, legs spread wide. Her fingers trace circles over her clit, slow and steady, until her lips swell and part on their own. She dips two fingers in, then three, working herself open. Soon a fourth slips past the tight ring of muscle. She pauses, breathing hard, then tucks her thumb and pushes. Her knuckles disappear, one slow inch at a time. The stretch burns, sweet and sharp. Her pussy clamps down, greedy for more. Eve rocks her fist deeper, wrist twisting, until her whole hand sits buried inside her. She holds still, savoring the heavy fullness, then starts a gentle thrust that rocks her entire body. Her breath catches, hips buck, and a slick rush coats her wrist. Blonde hair sticks to her forehead. She keeps going, fist pumping, pussy swallowing her again and again until her thighs shake and the bed creaks beneath her.