Fisting An Angel

Angel and Lexi sprawl across the couch like they own the hour. Lexi starts at Angel's heavy breasts, circles her tongue around the stiff nipples until Angel sighs and grabs her hair. The favor comes back quick. Both of them taste cunt—slow, wet kisses between spread thighs—until Angel lies back, legs wide. She opens herself with two fingers, inviting. Lexi slides in smooth. She pushes past knuckles until her whole hand disappears, wrist snug inside Angel's warm, soaked grip. Angel breathes through her teeth, half-grin, half-moan. The hand stays, still and deep, and nothing else touches her the same way.