Working Her Way Up

Katy Hill stands naked, toweling her long blonde hair while the camera lingers on her thigh ink. The air is thick with expectation until Jessica Lincoln’s warm palm cracks across her ass—once, twice, three times—leaving soft pink marks. Jessica kneels, nudges Katy onto hands and knees, parts her with two fingers, then slides the cool, scissoring arms of kitchen tongs inside her. Katy’s lips part when she tastes her own wetness on the metal. Moments later she lowers herself onto a clear bottle, sinking down inch by inch, riding until her thighs glisten. Her tongue laps the rim clean before Jessica eases her onto her back and pushes her full hand past the knuckles. Every knuckle disappears; every vein on Jessica’s wrist stands proud. Katy breathes through the stretch, then slips two of her own fingers beside Jessica’s for that extra burn. On all fours again, ass up, she rocks backward to swallow Jessica’s fist over and over, greedy for the pressure that fills her completely.