As his fingers keep slowly advancing
She lets out a desperate moan
She knows she is slick with arousal
And implications have finally hit home
His fingers slip down ever lower
Her arms are cuffed at her back
She’s bent over with legs all akimbo
And can’t stop his sordid attack
A finger alight on its target
Then massages slow up and down
And just to compound her torment
His thumb circles slow round and round
As he explores even further
Her legs begin to give way
But he continues his finger dance magic
And their brazen and claiming ballet
A finger now gaining full trespass
Another one slides by its side
Working her ever more firmly
Working her ever more wide
Three fingers then round out her torment
Three fingers which do what they will
Three fingers now slick with her juices
Three fingers which just fit the bill
She hates him for being such a bastard
She hates him for
