“It sure does.” Her voice had gone deep and throaty. She inserted a finger into her eager channel and moaned. Her legs fell apart lewdly, exposing herself, but she didn't care. She started a slow thrusting, and her head fell back into the pillows. Her head spun with desire, but she still held herself apart from Brianna.
“So you do like to have something in there,” her friend remarked. She looked up into a pair of twinkling blue eyes. “I wondered.”
“God, even when you're a woman, you're still such a guy,” she said, trying to control her panting breaths. “Yes,” she snapped. “I like my fingers in there. And dildos. And other women's fingers. And especially their tongues. Just. Not. Guys. Can you wrap your testosterone-addled brain around that, Brianna? Do I have to spell it out for you?”
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