Fist All My Holes

Cathy Heaven and Nikky Thorne knew exactly what they wanted. Two bodies, wet and eager, each craving depth. Cathy climbed onto the bed first, knees spread, ass lifted. Nikky slid behind her and worked three fingers into that tight hole, then four, her knuckles disappearing with a slow, deliberate push. Cathy's breath hitched. When the full fist sank in, she gasped and pushed back, taking it to the wrist. They switched. Now Nikky lay back, legs open. Cathy pressed her hand between those folds, twisting, stretching, sliding past resistance until her fist settled inside Nikky's pussy. Every motion sent sharp, wet sounds through the room. Nikky arched, hips lifting, while Cathy worked her deeper, fist and forearm working in steady rhythm. Sweat glistened on skin. The smell of sex hung heavy. Neither woman spoke. They only moved, chasing that full, raw stretch they both craved.