Fist Fucked Teen

Gianna steps into the ring first—fresh, eighteen, with that sweet gaze that still looks half-innocent. Victoria, blonde and calm, pulls her close. Hands slide over firm tits, their mouths meet, slow and greedy, breath catching. Gianna drops back, legs parted wide. Victoria studies her, thumb and two fingers opening her up, working the snug pink folds until the seam separates. Still tight. Victoria’s fingers work in with a patient, teasing rhythm; every thrust draws a quiet, wet sound. She reaches for the red clips. Metal nips Gianna’s stiff nipples, then travels lower, catching a fold of her cunt and prying it farther apart. The teen arches, reaches back, and rubs her own clit. Victoria brings the tongs to her mouth, licks them clean, then lets them clatter to the sheet. The real test waits: a thick, glossy dildo the size of Victoria’s forearm. She lines it up and pushes. Gianna takes it—easier than anyone expected—hips rocking as the shaft vanishes, slick evidence glistening along the sides. When Victoria pulls it free, Gianna leans in without thinking, tongue wrapping the length before she swallows the head deep. Victoria’s hunger finally wins. She lines two fingers, then three, then four at Gianna’s entrance and pushes. Inch by slow inch her hand disappears; knuckles nudge, twist, ease. Gianna whimpers, legs trembling. She changes position, sits back onto Victoria’s open palm. Stretched and full, she rocks—slow at first, then faster. Victoria meets every bounce, curling her fingers just enough to press the perfect spot inside. Gianna’s free hand slides between her legs, circles her clit, and she starts to shudder. Her breath tears ragged. A low moan. A final push. And she comes—quiet, sudden—clenching hard around Victoria’s wrist, body shaking as the wave peaks and fades.