The first contact made her breath catch.
The muscle was still a little shy from the last time, even after the bath.
She circled the rim slowly, spreading the liquid, feeling the tiny flinch and then the gradual give.
When she pushed, the tip of her finger sank in. Heat closed around it. The stretch was small and specific, a concentrated fullness that sent a pulse straight through her lower stomach.
She stayed like that, breathing through her mouth, the finger working in and out in short, careful motions until the resistance eased.
Then she added her middle finger.
The second finger made her thighs tense. Her asshole opened around both digits, slick now, the inner muscle fluttering as it tried to decide whether to push her out or pull her deeper.
Nellie leaned forward slightly, the apron hanging off her small breasts, and kept stretching herself.
In. Out. A slow twist.
In. Out. A slow twist.
In. Out. A slow twist.
The wet sound was quiet and obscene in the still room.
