Elana had to wonder. “Is it because you think that place is the stinkiest?”
To which Catarina burned in shame. She wanted to shake her head at first but clenched her teeth. “It might be…” Her whisper was full of shyness.
“I like how you are embracing your fetish,” Elana approved. It wasn’t for her, but she wouldn’t belittle her wife… Or to be wife. Even if it was gross. Which it was. And she was repeating herself, deciding to let it go – only because Catarina was being very cute about being an absolute degenerate.
Elana felt the small finger slide a bit deeper into the opening. It wasn’t exactly in, but there was less resistance from her sphincter than she had expected. That reminded her that Catarina had been masturbating with that hand, and her finger had been plenty wetted.
It was a bit too soon. Elana wasn’t exactly ready. Her instinct was to clench her rear, but it was too late as Catarina’s finger had wiggled its way inside her. She felt the intruder move around.
The small digit had trouble passing the pressing muscles, but Catarina was determined. She stared at Elana’s crotch with endless greed. Her mouth was slightly agape, and her tongue ran over her lips, imagining the taste she could have.
Not wanting to allow Catarina to take the first true step, Elana grabbed the girl’s hand, stopping the exploration. But she didn’t pull the finger out, letting it stay inside her. It wasn’t that deep. Not even the first joint had entered her. “Now, now. Getting too greedy, are we?”
“Yes,” Catarina sighed, her skin still bright red from admitting the shameful desire she had. “Too greedy?” She blinked, realising something from the Queen’s tone.
“I am the one doing the penetration first,” Elana regally announced, and her words were accompanied by Moira’s clapping of… boobs. “I didn’t know you can do that.” Elana was distracted once more by the jiggling mountains as the Saintess kept slapping them together.
But not for long, as Catarina had understood what was required. With regret in her eyes, she pulled out the finger and ran her palm over the pert ass before quickly rolling on her stomach and raising her waist. She moved her knees to the side and kept her upper body pressed on the mattress, presenting her cute little butt and the smooth slit for Elana to ravage.
Wiggling her fingers, Elana leaned closer, inspecting her property while Moira resumed masturbating on the side. She listened to the beautiful song provided by her thoughtful sister and…
Of course, Catarina was sniffing and sucking on the finger she had inserted in Elana’s ass. It wasn’t that Elana minded either, even if it was gross. But she did want to see it. “Show me how you worship my taste.”
The order was followed instantly. Catarina turned her head, showing the sloppy, unhinged expression she was trying to hide in the mattress. Her finger travelled from her nostrils to her tongue and back – the violet hair sticking to her face. She clearly was ashamed, and it pushed her further down the path of degeneracy. Her hips moved, showing the burning need she had – showing the desire to be taken by her Queen.
Elana planted her hand on the smooth, pale ass. She enjoyed the feeling of the pliable flesh, groping and pulling on the cheek to get a clearer look at the rear entrance and the pussy. Her thumb travelled to the slit, pulling on it as well. The glistening cunt begged for her to stick something in it.
A primal desire overtook Elana. She moved into the bed and found herself behind Catarina, who was currently pulled into a deep kiss with Moira. She was momentarily lost in the sight of the two women making out with a single digit between their tongues.
The view was simply hot. Elana approved, and to show it, she spanked Catarina, making the girl gasp into Moira’s mouth. Her hand fell again, impacting the girl’s bottom and leaving a red imprint.
Seeing the beautiful stamp of her ownership vanish from the skin, Elana swung again. This time, the imprint lasted longer. She nodded, ready to move to the final stage. Her fingertips itched, and she simply had to take more virginities tonight.
Elana kept glancing at Moira, who stopped Catarina from breathing by using her tongue. The Saintess was caressing the smaller girl’s back, leaving a sparking trail where her palm passed.
It was time. Elana wetted her finger in the sacred spot between Catarina’s legs. She dipped into the source, almost burning the tip of her finger in the furnace. Her smile turned evil as she realised how tight this girl was.
All hesitance and gentleness vanished from her mind. Elana angled her finger while Moira wrapped her hands around Catarina and held her down. Her wife had somehow sensed her intention.
And then…
Elana speared her finger deep inside Catarina, destroying her virginity and splitting the tight, burning, wet walls. Mary made a cathartic duo or a short moment as Catarina joined Elana’s sister in her song.
The pressure around her finger increased as Catarina’s body fought to hold off the intruder. But there was no resisting Elana. She eagerly thrust deeper while licking her lips. Her digit wiggled, trying to push past the resistance. She knew there were deeper parts to explore.
Only for Elana to realise she had run out of a finger length to fuck Catarina with. She shrugged, pushing deeper yet, only to suddenly pull out. Her eyes fell on the now dirty finger, stained by the purity she had just robbed, and it made her horny.
Elana moaned and rammed her finger right back from where it had come from, earning herself another scream and jolt in her crotch as pleasure passed through her body. She truly felt blessed.
