The Peaches And The Poker (R-18)

(NSFW Content Ahead, R-18)

The reality blurred for Cassandra as the feeling of his thick finger invading a place no one ever had turned her insides. It was discomforting but not that painful because of the oil. 

"It's dirty, Siro," she breathed out in a moan. Fear and anticipation mingled at this new exploration.

She fidgeted, and a muffled scream escaped her as Siroos's other hand snaked below her belly, and he urged her bottom up while keeping her head buried in the soft mattress. 

She was fully exposed to him in the most vulnerable fashion. Cassandra couldn't flush more redder than this. 

Why did he always have to find something entirely more embarrassing than their last encounter? And yet the bond squirmed with assurances that he wouldn't hurt her.  

The passion and lust swirled in his eyes as they took in her pink hole and he poured some more oil onto it.