Fisting myself

I was walking through the garden when the need hit. Halfway back to the house I stopped on the stairs, peeled everything off, and got my hand ready. A little lube, a slow press, and my fingers slid inside, stretching me open. I worked deeper, knuckles pushing past the tight ring until my whole hand filled me. The sun caught the slick on my skin while I twisted and pumped, watching my pussy spread wider each time. The more I took, the harder I wanted it, so I kept going until I was wrist-deep and shaking.