Five fingers deep

Clara G. built her name on fisting scenes no one forgot. Jasmin was never supposed to be one of them. The blonde girl had kept her distance, all blushing glances and small smiles, until Clara pulled her close and slid three slick fingers straight into her cunt. Jasmin gasped when the knuckles followed. One heartbeat later she felt the whole hand fold inside her, a slow fist that stretched her open and stayed there. Each twist of Clara’s wrist drew a new sound from Jasmin’s throat while the slick sound of leather-like skin moving against wet flesh filled the room.