TRISH’s POV
Diego walked back on the single couch and pulled out something inside the pocket of his jeans that was hanging on the armrest.
When he came back, he was holding a small bottle of baby oil. They planned this all along. He poured drops on his palm and rubbed it around his hard shaft covered by a condom, and spread the oil in his palms and fingers. Shit!
Diego tried to insert his middle finger again and I felt like it was a lot easier now. I moaned at the weird feeling in my arsehole, but I felt that unfamiliar pain again when I realized he just pushed two fingers inside my second hole.
“Diego…” I groaned, moving my hips on top of Miggy, sliding up and down his cock to ease the pain I was feeling right now.
“Try to relax your muscles…” Miggy said, his thumb still rubbing my clit. I nodded as I pressed my forehead against his. “It’s going to be hurt at first but trust me, it will be good.”