“Then,” he whispered against my ear, pausing, “we shape the top of the cone and ease in a finger.”
Our palms rose together as he guided my hand up and together, we slowly and carefully slipped our fingers into the clay.
“Do you feel how hot and wet the clay is?” he said, gently pulling my thong aside to slip his middle finger into my pussy.
“Oh God… fuck… yes…”
“Now we need to thrust in and out… nice… and…realslow…”he murmured.
His breath drifted over my skin.
Our fingers moved in and out of the clay, working it in long, deep strokes. His finger did the exact same thing inside me, going all the way inside then dragging back out, slow, only to sink back in.
“Fuuuckkkk… Konflict… baby…” I moaned, my voice shaky.
“Yes, Mama… You feel it, right? The more you work the clay, the hotter, wetter, and better it gets… So fucking good.”
He sucked my earlobe into his mouth and bit down, all while his finger worked my pussy. My heart pounded so hard I thought it might burst through my chest.
“Now, we need to add a second finger inside, to stretch the clay walls and start shaping it how we want.”
He guided me with his ring finger, pressing it against mine, and together we eased our hands into the clay. Our movements slowly lingered, caressing both the soft earth and each other at the same time.
“The clay is delicate… so no sudden moves…” Konflict said again.
At the same time, he slipped his ring finger inside me, matching the slow, patient rhythm of our fingers in the clay.
“Up…”
We moved our fingers up in the clay, and he did the same with his fingers in my pussy.
“And down… yes… just like that… nice and slow… up… and down. And we do it again… and again… and again… until the clay is hotter… until it’s wetter for us…”
Every word he spoke pulsed through the clayandmy pussy. God, I didn’t know how I was still managing to take all of this. It was too much and not enough all at once.
“Konflict… it’s… Jesus… I can’t…”
“Breathe with me…” he kept moving patiently. “Breathe whenI go up… and breathe when I go down… You’re taking these fingers so well, baby. You want to know what your pussy looks like when she takes my fingers? Just look at the clay. Look how we’re working it. You can feel it in your pussy, right?”
“Hmmmm… y-yes… I can feel it,” I whimpered, barely holding on.
“What do we do next? What does the clay need now? Tell me… I know your pussy wants the same thing.”
“Fuuuuck… she wants another finger.”
“Hmmm… she wants a third finger, huh? Then let’s give her what she wants.”
He slipped a third finger inside me and I thought I might explode from pleasure.
“God… fuck… baby, it feels so good…”
“Yeah? It feels good, Serenity?”
“So good…” I moaned even louder.
Our joined hands were sinking into the clay, while Konflict kept thrusting in and out of me, slow then a little faster, and for the next few minutes the whole room filled with my moans.
“Yes… Mama… you’re so wet for me.”
