Fist Jeyne

You tenderly place a finger at her moist, fucked in pussy, dragging it the length of her raw lips, coating it in her juices.

You begin to work a finger into her pussy, and she moans, half from the constriction and your grasp, and half from pleasure. She writhes at your touch as you slowly move the finger in and out of her love-hole.

As she gets slicker from your ministrations, you work another finger in, and you feel her cunt stretch about it. She yelps at the intrusion, and stops moving for a second to get used to it, before you add in a third finger, bunched up and dripping from her excitement.

She undulates beneath you, and her moaning is constant.

"Are you my little fuck-pig, my Lady?" she groans, somewhat tersely amongst the pleasurable noises, "I want to hear you say it." You remove your fingers from her moist hole.

She tries to look around at you and moans, before snapping.

"I'm your little fuck-pig, my Lord. Please, fill me up again. I feel so empty."

Her slowly closing cunt is quickly penetrated by your fingers once more, but this time, your fist slams into her cunt, and her moist-hole receives your hand with no more warm-up. Your fist slips inside her, and her pussy encases your hand in it's moist, tight, confines.

You pull your hand from her cunt, and her pleasure is evident, all the way to your wrist, before you penetrate her again, your fist moving in and out now, pistoning her steadily. She grinds her hips, and moans like a stuck pig as you spank her arsecheeks, now red raw from the cold.