Pruney pussy fingers

Maestro has been giving my pussy some extra finger banging love and attention lately. Long, luxurious, slow sessions, sometimes after a fuck to finish me off with a howling orgasm. Sometimes before a fuck to prepare me for his cock’s insistent driving force and urgency. He starts with one finger, his forefinger. Left or right makes no difference when you’re ambidextrous like Maestro. His forefinger curves around like a hook, prodding and pressing until my hips do the familiar jerking and shaking, acknowledging that yes, he found the spot. That spot. His middle finger joins in the fun. Curling up beside his forefinger, they move in unison back and forth. Deeper and deeper, then pulling back, all the way out to tickle my clit. Then hooking back inside with more force and control. They’re on a mission. They repeat that dance, for how long I’m not sure. By now my eyes are closed or rolled back and staring at the ceiling. My head jerks up the harder his fingers plunge in and out of my juicy slit. Not really a slit, more like a wet hungry mouth sucking all that comes near it.

My eyes meet his for an instant. His big beautiful amber eyes, curly hair now falling casually across his face. It’s been so long since he cut his rock star locks, he looks unrecognizable to me with short hair. He looks so straight-laced and professional with short hair. It’s his software IT guy look. Of course I prefer bad boy Maestro. The dangerous man with the dangerously talented fingers. He pulls his two fingers out, just for a moment. Then holds them up, his ring finger joining them as he smiles at me. A brief fleeting smile that teases intensity and insouciance before three fingers stab my pussy so forcefully my hip bone just about knocks him in the chin. He has a move that you need long dexterous fingers to do. He pulls them apart, twists and turn with his knuckles, and leaves no nerve ending untouched. My pussy is on fire and an orgasm is growing stronger as it rolls down through my belly. He’s never managed to get his hand in my pussy. Four fingers, yes. But not his thumb. At least I don’t think so because it’s at this point that I’m so close to cumming I don’t know what he’s doing to my pussy.

I’m not even aware of the wet spot beneath us now. Sometimes he’ll stop here and finish me off with his cock. Other times he’ll push me over the waterfall and let me cum fast. A few times he’s pulled his fingers from me and laughed. See, he said, “They look like prunes.” He was right. They were kind of shriveled like prunes. Too much time spent in a moist environment.

“A finger banging hazard, I guess. Pruney pussy fingers.”