"Exactly!" still standing behind Arabella, staring down at her exposed slit, Zarah hissed again, "But you went and got your cunt used so that ship has sailed now," she grunted through tightened jaws.
Without a warning, the hag shoved not one but two fingers up Arabella's pussy and wiggled them around against her inner walls. In and out she mercilessly pumped as the young woman cried.
"Would you like to see something that is just as hilarious as it is disgraceful, Irene?" Zarah chuckled.
"Yes, mistress!" Irene squeaked, still stuck in the idle pose with her arms behind her back.
Zarah doubled in speed and intensity, pushing a third finger up the young woman's entrance, thus forcing it further apart while ignoring her pitiful whimpers.
Truly the most disgraceful part was the fact that Arabella knew all too well what Zarah meant from the way she pressed down her inner-front wall.
