Fisting Friends Forver

Sheril Blossom lies spread on the sheets, legs trembling as Sasha Sparrow leans in and runs her tongue through the slick folds of Sheril's cunt. Each slow lick draws more wetness until the girl below is soaked, throbbing, her breath catching on every pass of Sasha's mouth. Sasha presses two fingers inside, then three, testing how wide Sheril can stretch, then curls her hand until the knuckles push past the opening and the whole fist sinks deep. Sheril moans louder, hips bucking up to meet each gentle thrust. They keep their eyes locked while the fingers open and close inside her, the wet sounds growing thicker, both of them lost in the steady rhythm until nothing else exists but heat, stretch, and the promise they will do it again the next time they touch.