"Ha... See, I told you it was a good trick..." Sharille laughs and scoots back against you, twisting her wrist to slide her finger even deeper inside of you. It's just one finger, to be true... but her movements are so deft and nimble that you would swear she had performed some sort of witchcraft. The tip of her finger teases each and every curve and ridge of your sex... and all the while, she talks as if nothing were happening.<br/><br/>"Well, it's mostly practice, really." she says, leaning her head back against your shoulder to give your lips better access. "Eyes closed, mind. But yes, lots of practice, and a little bit of a natural gift. Not everyone is as flexible as me..."<br/><br/>As she talks, you feel a second finger slowly working its way inside of you beside the first, making you feel more and more "full" by the moment... and then joining its twin in a deft dance that sends little shocks of pleasure up and down your spine.