Wrist Deep

Nesty and Zazie Skymm kneel naked on silk sheets. They go wrist-deep, slow at first, then harder. Nesty pushes past Zazie's tight ring with slick fingers, palm flattening until the knuckles slip inside. Zazie gasps and spreads her thighs wider, her blonde hair fanned across the pillow. The two trade turns: one fist stretches while the other strokes a clit, wet sounds filling the quiet room. They move like dancers who've rehearsed every push, every twist. Sweat beads on flushed skin. When they pull free, their hands glisten, and each leans in to taste the proof on the other's wrist.