Anna continues to explore her vagina.

I increased the pace at which I was pushing my middle finger in and out of my tiny hole. My breath was coming in ragged gasp now as I kept pumping my hole. I was getting a lot wetter down there, I could feel droplets of moisture running down the crack of my ass and onto the wooden floor of my closet.

I whimpered and moaned in rhythm with each pump of my hand. I had never felt anything like this before. My tight hole had begun adjusting to my middle finger now, sliding it in and back out with increasingly greater ease.

I decided to push in a second finger. It was difficult despite the lubricating wetness of my hole, but I kept pushing it in there. With a loud shriek of pleasure and a slurpy smack my second finger popped into place. The sensation was so intense I moaned uncontrollably as my legs twitched and kicked around inside the closet. It took a whole minute, or maybe more, for me to regain control of my senses.

The pressure from my stretched hole was incredible. And when I started moving my fingers again I couldn't help but buck my hips in time with my thrusts. My butt squelched as it rolled back and forth over the small puddle of wetness that had accumulated where the floor met my ass crack. My hole made a loud sucking slurp with each thrust of my fingers. Beads of sweat had formed all over my body. I could see tiny rivulets of sweat running down my swaying breasts, where my hardened nipples stood on end.

I was so caught up in pleasuring myself that I didn't notice the sounds from outside. Vehicles, and men shouting. A Thrayan military patrol had pulled up outside the house. And if they found me, well, that would be very bad.