Kissed And Fisted

Kiki Cyrus slid two fingers into Nikky Thorne and felt her stretch. She added another. Then a fourth. Nikky's hips rose, chasing the pressure. Kiki curled her thumb, made a fist, and pushed. Nikky took her. All of her. They had started slow, mouths locked, hands roaming, until someone needed more. Now Kiki's wrist disappeared inside Nikky, knuckles grinding against that slick heat. She pulled out just enough to watch the shine on her skin before sinking back in. The rhythm deepened. Nikky moaned, thighs trembling around the invasion. Her own hand slipped lower, finding Kiki's cunt, two fingers, then three, searching for the same give. She felt it open and pressed harder. Kiki gasped when Nikky's hand slid home. They lay facing each other, legs locked, fists buried knuckle-deep in the other. The room filled with the sound of wet suction and ragged breathing. Every time one pushed the other answered, slow and deliberate, until the lines between give and take disappeared.