Y'all, damn. First thing: it’s not all about speed, and "faster" isn't always better but the options are there, and if the timing is right? That’s heaven. So, how quick can those fingers actually get? Obviously, I mean without ripping my uterus out.

I did the math, and after some research... damn. I read somewhere he’s estimated at 340 m/s (Mach 1), while the average fingering speed is only 0.3 m/s. They say it’s only "safe" up to 3 m/s with a massive amount of lube, but honestly, there's something about how badly he could hurt me that actually turns me on. I’d gladly pass away with his fingers in me; it would be an honor.

Could he be my personal vibrator? Vibrators usually are in between 0.5 to 1.2 m/s, so he definitely could be.

But also... the technical problem isn't just the speed, it’s the 24-frame path. If I don’t move in that pre-determined sequence, I’d be frozen for a second. LMAO, imagine the mood killer of turning 2D mid-nut.

And y'all, HE CAN FREEZE TOO. If he gets too into it and tries to change his "script", or tries to react to me moving in a way he didn't plan, his own technique glitches. Imagine him freezing mid-thrust because he messed up his own math. But honestly, i don't even mind. I’d take that risk for the pleasure alllll the time.

He starts slow, just like any other guy could. He’s barely moving at first, just a slow drag of two fingers across my soaking entrance, spreading my own wetness until I'm glistening. I’m whining, my hips stuttering as I try to force more of him inside, but he just smirks, that punchable, beautiful, bratty smirk hahah.

"Patience," he drawls, his fingers smearing my juices over my clit. "A good pet waits until she’s allowed." But now he’s not playing anymore; he’s calculating. Projection Sorcery.

The speed jumps. One frame, he’s teasing the surface; the next, he’s deep inside, hitting my G-spot. It becomes a high-speed buzz. He’s hitting every sensitive wall 24 times every single second. I’m literally leaking over his knuckles as my internal muscles spasm, trying and failing to clamp down on a hand too fast to comprehend.

He sees my eyes roll back until only the whites are showing, my mouth open in a silent, pathetic plea. Feeling me tighten around him, he goes even faster to finish me off. (lmao) He reaches up with his free hand, his fingers locking around my throat, not to hurt me, but just to keep me pinned so I can’t escape the sensory overload he’s pumping into me.

Every "frame" of his movement is deliberate. Tears of pure overstimulation in my eyes, my entire body vibrating at the same frequency as his hand. My nails dig into his clothes as the force of his fingers literally tries to shake my soul out of my body.

"Look at you," he whispers, his breath hot against my ear. "Dripping all over me like a hopeless little whore. You’re so desperate for a man who hates you, aren't you?" I can’t even answer. I’m just a shivering, soaking toy, my brain short-circuiting as I climax on his fingers.

And then, silence. He cuts the technique mid-stroke. The 24-fps vibration vanishes. I'm slumped against his chest, a pathetic, quivering wreck, my internal walls still "humming" from the Mach-speed abuse.

He doesn't hug me or kiss me. He just sighs, looking down at his hand, slick and shining with the evidence of how badly he broke me. He wipes it off on my thigh, treating my skin like a rag.

"Not completely weak, I suppose," he mutters, his voice flat and already bored now that he’s had his fun. He leans his head back, letting me stay there, shaking against him.

also lmao no idea if this is even accurate i Don't get fights or techniques or anything like that LMAO

How fast could he finger me?