A Fist Time For Everything

Faye lounges on the couch with her legs spread wide, the thick fisting dildo already slick in her hand. She pushes the blunt head past her entrance and works it deeper, breath hitching each time her pussy stretches around the widest part. Her small tits press against her thin top, nipples stiff from the thrill of doing something this filthy in the open living room. Robin steps inside and stops short at the sight. She watches Faye’s cunt swallow another inch of the toy, then crosses the room without a word. Her fingers replace the silicone, two at first, then three, sliding in beside the dildo until Faye gasps and pushes down to meet them. The dildo comes free with a wet sound, and Robin’s hand takes its place—four fingers, then the thumb tucked tight, easing in past the knuckles. Faye’s blonde hair clings to her damp temples. Her small tits bounce with every slow thrust of Robin’s wrist. Robin’s own heavy breasts sway inside her open shirt as she leans closer, working her fist deeper until her knuckles disappear and her wrist is gripped by slick heat. Faye moans, hips rolling, greedy for every inch Robin gives her.