Morning of a new day

Suddenly, Edward's finger slid into her imagined dripping opening of the warm musky tunnel between Annabelle's hot and swollen labia. She felt Edward's hot breath on her bare, obscenely exposed buttocks. Annabelle's body tensed. The finger slowly sank deeper, writhing and twisting. A finger touched her protruding clitoris and rubbed the sensitive knot with an irresistible sensual result. Shamefully Annabelle tried to pull away but couldn't avoid the piercing stare as her boyfriend continued to explore and playfully tease the girl's hot receptive pussy into her silky hot depths, provoking an uncontrollable flow of love juices. Her own scent made her dizzy, now her desire was quite obvious. Annabelle's thoughts became a chaotic, chaotic mess, her legs spread, her body desperate for more stimulation.
Annabelle let out painful moans of pleasure, muffled by the gag. Her tired muscles quivered under Edward's probing touch, making clumsy counter movements in an attempt to increase the stimulation of her hungry cunt, igniting a deep fire of repressed desires that she had long refused to acknowledge. Annabelle's insides tightened greedily around her finger, trying to pull him deeper into her. The girl was on the verge of coming, just from easy penetration. The finger slowed, causing Annabelle to whine in desperation, wanting him to continue, desperate to come. A little more rubbing and Annabelle was at her peak, hot and desperate. Her pussy tightened her fingers, holding them there as the orgasm hit her. Her tightly chained hands clenched hard enough to hurt her fingers. It was so good! Her mind trembled, a loud moan of pleasure and, along with a powerful jet of love juices with a champing sound, splashed from the girl's love cleft.
"Yes!!. My girl!!..."
Edward's finger was still caressing her insides, warming and relaxing Annabelle as her mind slipped into a dull haze.