Fill My Pussy With Your Fist

Angelina Brill and Emily Brix lay together in a warm haze of want. Hands glide over curves, mouths meet skin. Lips find nipples, tongues trace every soft hollow until their bodies speak louder than words. Emily moves lower, tasting the heat between Angelina’s thighs, fingers spreading, then sliding deeper. She curls her hand, works her knuckles in, slow at first, then steady. Angelina’s breath breaks. The stretch pulls a cry from her throat as Emily fills her completely, fist pressed slick and firm to the wrist. Angelina rocks into it, cunt gripping tight, sweat catching in the small of her back. Emily keeps her there, full and aching, until pleasure crashes through her like a live wire.