I’ve been craving fullness all day, aching for something — someone — to stretch me from the inside, and today Agatha is the perfect meal. I tell her sweetly that if she just helps me reach my g-spot, I’ll finally get the orgasm I’ve been desperate for. She’s curious, flattered even, and offers her hand without hesitation. She thinks she’s helping a friend, not feeding a goddess. The moment her fingers slip inside me, my pussy reacts instinctively, tightening with hungry precision, pulling her deeper instead of opening for her. She gasps, surprised, but I only moan and guide her wrist forward. My walls clench again, harder, drawing her arm in up to the elbow, slick and irresistible. She tries to pull back, but it’s already too late. My body wants her. My pussy sucks her in inch by inch, swallowing her as she slides inside me — slow at first, then rapidly once I let myself relax and enjoy it. Her chest presses to my thighs, her head disappearing as my body seals around her. I feel her wi
