Make My Hand Disappear

Vanessa Twain and Vinna Reed guard a secret between them. It tastes like deep fist penetration. They know how to push limits, and soon they're spread wide open for each other. They run their tongues over smooth skin until heat builds and everything sharpens. Vanessa arches with a low, hungry sound while Vinna works lower. She uses her tongue like a promise: slow circles, then firm pressure, then quick little flicks that leave Vanessa gasping. When Vinna finally presses her slick hand forward, Vanessa takes every inch with a trembling moan. Inch by inch the fist sinks deeper, stretching that velvet heat until the only sound left is the wet rhythm of skin meeting skin and the soft, endless cry of pleasure.