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"No! Don't! No finger!" I protest upon seeing he inserts his middle finger inside me. The way I scream in panic made him stop abruptly, retrieving it as per request. I sigh in relief knowing it went in only half of its entire length.

"I don't want a finger." It comes out as a plead, contradicting my earlier tone. His face is still an inch away from my wet pussy, but his eyes are focusing on me.

"I need to stretch you," he says softly, "I don't wanna hurt you later."

All of a sudden the nice Honey is back in this bedroom. His soothing, friendly tone has helped me a lot into adjusting my life as Scarlett Monroe all this while but at this particular moment, it's still not enough to coax me into giving him the permission to finger me.

"I don't want my first time to be a finger." I don't want your fat middle finger to break my hymen. There's no way I'm losing my precious twenty-nine years of virginity to a fucking finger!

"But B-" He is definitely concerned, I can see it in his eyes.