I finger Cynthia

When Cynthia reaches me, I grab her hips, holding her steady in front of me. With one hand on her hip, I move the other down, letting my fingers caress her soft skin. Cynthia moves her feet further apart as I near her crotch, giving easy access to her sopping wet pussy. I press my fingers between her pussy lips, sliding along her sex, feeling her hard clit and her opening under my fingers.

"You didn't answer me," I say, moving my fingers back and forth along her slit, stimulating her clit. "We'll have John over soon, right?" My fingers surround her clit, pressing down, sliding across it, causing her to gasp. It takes a moment before Cynthia can reply.

"Yes," she manages as I continue to stimulate her clit. "I'll invite him over, but please don't show him the videos." I move my hand lower, thrusting my thick fingers into her ever tight pussy. She yelps at the sudden intrusion.

"Why not? He'd get off on it. It is probably the only thing that'll get his micro-dick hard, you know," I say and chuckle. I start to move my fingers inside Cynthia. Knowing full well where her most sensitive spots are, I quickly zero in on her G-spot, tenderly stimulating her. She flushes and gasps as I do, her face and chest turning her red as her swollen pussy lips.

"No, please, don't show him yet," Cynthia says as I start to pick up pace with my hands. "I don't think he could handle it." She's probably right. At this moment, seeing his beautiful girlfriend doing porn star level fucking in a homemade sex tape would probably send him running, and her after him. I'm not about to admit that, though. I chuckle and reach with my other hand for her clit, instead.

"We'll see."

"Please, Joshua." I begin to thrust into her harder with one hand, she's taking three fingers now, as the other rubs her clit over its hood. I chuckle again and see the flood of wetness coating Cynthia's inner thighs. I continue to thrust into her, my arms and hands slowly getting tired, though I do not let up in pleasuring her. I delight in seeing her face screw up as she tries to maintain her pose, even with her legs slowly giving out beneath her. She begins to groan between her moans as the muscles in her thighs begin to burn with the strain of holding her up in the proper position. I pull my fingers out of her and she immediately collapses on the floor. I press my fingers, stained with her wetness, against her mouth, which she opens and begins to suckle, cleaning them. She looks up at me, pleading for more pleasure as she sucks and licks my fingers. The rush of power over another human being has me feeling like unto a god, holding Cynthia's pain and her pleasure, her very life, in the palm of my hand.