"Are you really trying ? " she says voice like silk and Char leans forward, the look in her eyes unreadable. She feels the way the girl's cunt clenches around her finger, so very needy, so very greedy. One finger becomes two, Charlotte still keeping eye contact as she scissors them inside Tavis, pushing muscles into stretching the way she wants. "I can feel how you're trying to hold onto my fingers Tavris, like some needy dyke slut."

She hisses softly, as if in disgust and her fingers move faster, harder spurred on by Tavris's tears and Charlotte wants her on the brink wants her to beg for more. "You're such a sinful little girl, perhaps you're beyond help." Her knee presses one of Tavris's legs down, holding her open and Charlotte seems to punctuate her statement with a few hard deep thrusts. "Because you're liking this, aren't you Tavris? You like being like this, like my fingers in your greedy little pussy."