A big girl has a 'big' appetite

Slowly, you slide off her back, your cock slipping out of her moist folds, and step down from the stool. Your mind was still a bit numb from the afterglow, so it took a bit to register her words. "I'm... Not sure what you mean."

Her still-winking pussy and the way it dripped juices should have already told you everything. "Now now, we can't go and instill bad habits already now can we? You've had your fun, and I did find it pleasing, but now it's your responsibility to make sure I enjoy it just as much as you did."

Well, okay, she had a point. By now your mind had cleared enough that you finally catch on as you scoot the stool out of the way with your foot. You weren't about to lick her again, not with your own cum still dripping from her pussy, but you had no problem touching her.

This time, it was even easier to slip your fingers inside her, with plenty of slick, gooey warmth to go around. You make a swirling motion just inside her entrance, just how you knew she liked. That did get a few little appreciative sounds from her, and her hind legs shifted a bit to spread even more.

Finally, you were starting to understand, her pussy was quite a bit larger, perhaps a bit more than you would have expected. She needed... More. Pausing your motions for a moment, you slip two more fingers inside her, enveloping all four fingers of one hand into her horsey slit.

A little better - she moaned slightly, but it still seemed like she wanted more.

Pushing a little deeper, you get a little bit of your thumb inside, too.

Catrice leans back against you, but you let her push you backward. You were already almost fisting her - You had almost your entire hand inside! - and you could feel that puffy little ring her pussy narrowed into at its very deepest. You didn't want to hurt her, after all!

When she twisted her upper body around to look at you though, there was genuine need in her eyes. "Stop teasing me already and do it!"

Do it? Do what? She wanted more than you were already doing? Well, if she asked for it, you would certainly try.

This time when she pressed back against his hand, you hold himself firmly in place. You slide a little deeper in, your middle finger teasing that innermost ring and finding a little hole in the middle.

The moment he touched that, Catrice lets out a horse-like huff and pushed back hard. You were already poised to push back against her, and didn't have time to switch your mindset to giving way.

It turned out, though, that you didn't really need to give way. Though that little ring had seemed quite small when you touched it, the **** of Catrice's push easily **** all four of your fingers into it, stretching tightly. It was barely enough room to squeeze your hand through, but it did go through.

Catrice lets out a deeply satisfied sigh as the thickest part of your hand squeezed deeper into her. Your wrist was already enveloped, and your forearm seemed sure to follow. But inside...

You had never felt anything like it. Beyond what you thought was Catrice's innermost barrier, your hand slips into a wide, sumptuously soft and warm place that surrounded and molded around you on all sides. That tight, squeezing pressure was gone, now around your wrist instead, and all that was left was... Wow.

"Catrice..." You say softly in disbelief.