Anna kept working on a woman twice her size. This scene seemed unnatural, on account to the fact that bigger people usually dominated the smaller when it came to playing with each other's intimate fluids, but Anna didn't care about that.
She picked up the pace on the fingering, and in turn, every moan that Almara let out was heartfelt, it was real.
At some point, she demanded, "Slower! I haven't touched myself in a while, I'm tender."
"What was that?" Anna's voice sharpened, and she started fingering her faster in response.
"Slower!" Almara grunted and moaned.
"Slower what?" She asked, and punished the other even further.
"M-mommy…" Almara mustered up the nerve to repeat it, "Slower mommy…"
"Good girl," She grinned.
