She needs it like an old dog needs a bone. No foreplay, no hesitation—just those rough, calloused fingers tearing through panties and straight into that tight little cunt. The younger one gasps as she’s bent over the couch, legs spread wide enough to split her open. Fingers curl inside with practiced precision, stretching her out until she’s screaming. No lube needed here; years of practice mean her juices coat every digit like oil on machinery. She shoves two fingers in hard, then adds a third for good measure while the girl clings to the armrests like she’s being dragged toward heaven—or hell.