Elena's Initiation

Elena Vega was curious. Pretty, brunette, already experienced, but hungry for something new. She wants her own fist inside another woman. Antonia Sainz will show her the real way to get there. Naked on the bed, Antonia opens her thighs, guides Elena’s wrist between them, then nods. Slim fingers slide through slick folds. The older woman’s voice stays calm, telling her to curl, to push deeper. Then pressure. Elena pushes. Antonia stretches around her knuckles. Wet heat swallows one finger, then another. Slow twist, sudden yield, a gasp, and four fingers disappear up to the last knuckles. Antonia’s breath catches, spine arches, and she tilts her hips to take everything. Elena watches, fascinated, as the pussy swallows her entire hand in a single slick motion, lips pulling tight around the wrist. Antonia’s voice shakes when she says to make a fist. Elena obeys, feels the muscles clench hard around every knuckle. Antonia bucks, trembling, pushing into the stretch, grinding against Elena’s forearm like she wants more. Thick cream runs down the older woman’s thighs. Elena flexes once, watching Antonia’s entrance pulse around her wrist, then starts a careful in-and-out motion, fist sinking in, sliding out shiny and dripping. Each push sends new shudders through Antonia’s stomach. Elena pulls back just enough to show the puffed lips gripping her wrist, then presses deeper again, sealing the seal, skin to skin. The lesson leaves them both slick, breathing hard, and hungry for the next move.