Fisting, like in the movies

We went to the movies with Blue Angel. She makes me laugh until my sides hurt and I like her more than I should. The film played on, until one scene pushed us both over the edge. Suddenly our mouths were locked, our hands everywhere, neither of us pulling away. Heat built fast. When she slid four fingers inside me, palm tight, I opened for her, then returned the favor, wrist-deep in her heat. Our bodies rocked in the dark while the screen flickered above us. By the time the credits rolled, we were still catching our breath.