Hal’s mouth was dry. His tongue was glued to the roof of his mouth as he watched her finger, hypnotized.

Annie gurgled deep in her throat. Her legs opened wider and her delicate fingers inched down the inside of her thigh toward the plump mound of pink flesh Hal had been tormenting with his tongue. She thought she shouldn’t do it, but she couldn’t stop. Closer and closer her fingers neared her sensitive cunny lips.

Hal was faint. He couldn’t believe he was seeing what was happening. The tiny tip Annie’s white finger rubbed against the edge of her soft, silky crack and opened it. Then her finger slid in.

It was so smooth! One moment the gleaming fingernail was on top, and the next it was inside the little opening as, if it had been swallowed. Moisture welled out of her crack and frothed around her finger. She pressed deeper until her knuckle was being sucked by her twat, too.

Hal imagined his cock in that tiny, tight hole and he almost came all over himself, and he didn’t care. Anything was worth what he was watching happen.

“It’ll feel better, honey,” he gasped, “if you rub your finger up and down.”

“Really?” Annie was surprised that Hal would know something like that. But it made her feel better. She pumped her finger up and down and could hear her cunny lips slurping around it. Explosions of joy surged through her body and her baby-sized hole tightened up and that was even greater. She was tingling way inside her body. She felt like she was going to turn inside out but, at the same time, Annie wished her finger was bigger, that she could reach further up her hole, that she was stretched wider open. She pumped her hips up and down, her knees out, while raising her crotch toward Hal’s face. She wished he’d put his tongue back in her.