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enough give in the scarf to give her the illusion of some freedom, but the more she struggled, the tighter it pulled.
    Brent reached for the provided tube of lube in the nightstand, and grinned as he poured a generous amount in his palm. Rose watched, eyes hooded, her pussy clenching in anticipation as Brent began to probe experimentally at the swollen skin. One finger slid in easy, without extra lube, and then another. He managed three before he met friction, and pulled back. The lube was thick and slippery when he poured out another handful. He returned to Rose’s pussy with the same three fingers and slid right back in. Rose threw her head back and moaned loudly, her legs shaking violently with the strain of being held so wide.
    Brent smirked and flexed his fingers inside Rose, crooking them up, searching, probing, feeling Rose’s muscle squeeze and give way every time he pulled back and pushed in again. He leaned over, his teeth scraping the tendons of Rose’s neck as he pulled his fingers out completely before adding more lube and sliding right back in.
    Rose’s breaths were damp and ragged against Brent’s cheek, her moans thin and incoherent. She was so far gone, barely hanging in there in the white haze of pleasure that he had put her in, and that was exactly what the he wanted. Brent sank his teeth in the fleshy part of Rose’s ear, his tongue shooting out to soothe the sting as she whimpered and bucked on Brent’s hand, her legs kicking out wildly.
    “You think you can stand one more?” Brent purred in her ear, circling the curve of it with the tip of his tongue as his pinkie joined the other three fingers as he was sliding back in Rose’s slick hole. “It’s pretty slutty, allowing your first time to do such naughty things to you.”
    Brent had to grasp at the base of his newly hardening dick to stop himself from coming right then and there when Rose didn’t deny his claim, merely bit her lower lip, her deep, green eyes almost black, the pupil blown wide, lust and want making her look feral, wanton like the slutty virgin Brent claimed she was.
    “Or maybe even my whole hand? What do you say to that, darling? Think of how full you’d feel. My whole huge fist fucking you open and raw. You wouldn’t be able to walk for a week. And then I could slide right back in, so easy.” He smiled against Rose’s skin, his eyes trained on Rose’s pussy, red and glistening. “Would you like that, sweetheart?”
    Rose keened, thrashing under Brent’s hands, and nodded, blinking tears from her eyes. Brent drew his fingers back and applied more lube. He’d not done it in a while, but he still remembered the first imperative. Lube, lube, lube, lube. Then he would slide in easy. Three fingers, then his pinky, and he traced the stretched flesh with his thumb before carefully pushing inside. Rose choked, her scream silent as she gasped in huge gulps of air. Her pretty pink pussy was stretched so wide around Brent’s hand, smooth and shiny with lube. Brent eased forwards, eventually sinking up to the knuckles, the widest part of his hand spreading her open.
    “Such a good little slut. First time you got fucked, now first time you got fisted—or you did this before? Maybe on your own?”
    Rose threw her head back and forth furiously. “Oh, God. Oh, God.”
    “That’s a no, then.” Brent slid in further, until Rose was clinging around his wrist, all tight, hot flesh.
    Giving his wrist an experimental half turn, Brent circled his fingers, knuckles rubbing carefully in the search for Rose’s sweet spot. She sobbed, desperate and wretched, her whole body seizing up and arching off the bed as she came, hard and messy, all over Brent’s hand. He bit his lower lip, hard enough to draw blood as his cock jerked at the sight and feel of Rose’s body clenching down viciously on his hand.
    “Fuck,” Brent hissed, eyes shut tight, his other hand going to squeeze at the base of his dick to keep himself from coming just by