Ring Finger

At first there's silence
Then as her hand moves faster
I hear the liquid sounds of pleasing
Streaming into view.

Pretty pinks and purple swells
lubricating tiny ringed fingers
Expertly trimming the flower of lust
When her silence finally breaks.

The moans enter my mind
Like a freight train of pleasure
And instantly. Immediate streams of my lube
Drain to my knees.

Sexy words begging, needing pleasing
As her wedding ring disappears inside
Hoping to imitate my feel
"But your fingers are too small baby."

Hard and strong I watch, helpless
Hearing her lust from a thousand miles
Tasting her scent digitally transformed
As the spasms control her now.

Sticky wet fingers typing
Soaked bed sheets dripping again
Now with sounds of my voice in approval
"Sweet baby, sweet"!