Anal expedition

She is already gone on her own skin. Fingers slide slow across her stomach, trace under the swell of her tits, then lower, spreading her open. She finds the tight ring first—warm, untouched, waiting. One fingertip presses, circles, works inside. The resistance gives, just a little. She breathes out, pushes again, deeper. Two fingers soon follow. She twists her wrist, rocks her hand, feeling the stretch pull through her belly. Her other hand stays busy between her legs, rubbing the swollen clit in lazy strokes while her ass takes more. The little hole clenches around her knuckles, then opens again, greedy. She breathes harder, hips lift, chasing the sensation until her body tightens and comes, shuddering around her own hand.