Ash gasps, writhes and moans as you slide your hand inside her.  The bright red and drops of blood tell exactly when her maidenhead breaks and she grinds against your wrist in pleasure.  Ash looks scared of the second hand but nods her approval.  It isn't a perfect fit, but a very tight fit and you have to move slowly to keep from injuring her.  Ash whimpers in pain, but her mouth is open in an "O" of pleasure as you stretch her to her limits.  She rocks against your hands, trying to fit them deeper, then looks behind you and gasps.<br/><br/>((No spider is scheduled for this encounter.  However, you could easily have driven Lurker or Donnata so pheromone crazed that they stand over you drooling -thus the warm, wet, sticky drops-, ready to rape the two of you.  Who do you want?  Lurker or Donnata?))