Fisting A Pierced Beauty

When the day turns sour, Vanessa drives straight to Mirjam's apartment. Inside they shed their clothes without a word. Vanessa's tongue finds the tiny silver hoop that pierces Mirjam's clit; she sucks and flicks until Mirjam's hips twitch. Mirjam returns the favor, lapping at Vanessa's swollen pearl and tugging the matching ring with her teeth. They taste each other, slick and eager, until their fingers are coated with spit and need. Mirjam slides two, then three, then four fingers inside Vanessa. Her knuckles press and the cunt opens around them. A moment later the thumb slips in too, palm disappearing past the knuckles. Vanessa moans long and low, cunt pulsing around Mirjam's fist. Her slick walls grip and draw it deeper; soon Mirjam is moving wrist-deep in steady thrusts. Vanessa's belly quivers and her toes curl. They trade places. Mirjam lies back, legs wide. Vanessa licks her once more, then folds her hand and pushes in. Mirjam's cunt stretches, glistening, swallowing knuckle after knuckle until the fist is buried to the wrist. Vanessa curls her fingers, twisting them inside, while Mirjam pants, thighs trembling. Their bodies meet in wet, rhythmic movement, each fist claiming the other's cunt until they both come hard, clenched around the other's hand.