Spooning Fist

Blondes like Cayla Lyons don't just claim more fun—they prove it. She looked sweet enough when she leaned in to kiss Luci Angel, then changed everything. Her fingers circled Luci’s nipples until they tightened, begging for more. She flipped Luci over, spat on her bare slit, then pried it open with two fingers until the wet folds gave a soft, fleshy sound. A slick metal speculum followed. Luci tasted cold steel before it disappeared between her legs, spreading her wider still. Cayla didn’t rush. Once the toy was slick with Luci’s juice, she slid it free, fed the tip back between Luci’s lips, then pushed deeper again. When the pussy finally gaped around empty air, Cayla picked up a thick, realistic dildo and eased the whole length inside. Only then did she press her knuckles forward. Palm met resistance, gave way, and disappeared. Slowly her wrist vanished, fingers curling inside the heat of Luci’s cunt. They changed position twice more, each angle letting Cayla sink deeper, until her fist nudged places Luci had never felt touched. When she pulled free, strings of wetness trailed from her wrist to Luci’s stretched opening. Luci tasted them from Cayla’s hand, eyes half-closed, breath short, already aching to be filled again.