Fisted To Orgasm

Antonia Sainz circles Laura like she knows exactly what her body needs. They both let the quiet turn electric. One touches first—Antonia runs two fingers along the seam of Laura’s cunt, finds it slick already, then leans in and kisses her hard. Laura sinks onto the table’s edge and opens her thighs. Antonia parts the folds with steady thumbs, lifts her gaze, smiles once like a secret. She pushes two fingers inside, then a third, sliding until the angle feels right. Pulls them out wet and offers them to Laura’s mouth. The taste settles on her tongue before she’s told to suck harder. Candles appear. Antonia brushes a warm tip across each nipple until it stiffens, then slowly presses one length into Laura’s cunt. The second follows, held side by side, and she works them in a slow twist until Laura stretches around the blunt pair. When they come out they leave her open and gleaming. Antonia replaces them with a silicone monster and feeds it in inch by careful inch, watching Laura’s stomach jump each time it bottoms out. A sudden change of angle, doggy now, Antonia’s wrist snapping the toy at a sharper rhythm. Laura reaches back to stroke her own clit. Her breath breaks. The toy slides free, slick and spent, and Antonia’s fist takes its place—knuckles curling, palm sliding past resistance, until her whole hand rests inside. On the table again, on her back, Laura spreads wider. Antonia sinks deeper, pumping with short, controlled thrusts while Laura rubs herself frantically. The orgasm hits and Laura clamps down hard; the grip travels all the way up Antonia’s forearm and stays.