Teaching Dorina

Dorina, the girl we had on set, surprised us completely. She took everything. When Romana slid her lubed fist between those small lips, the flesh stretched and held her wrist without a pause. The whole room paused too—everybody watching the way Dorina opened, bright and wet, accepting the hand almost to the elbow. She pissed a little when the knuckles pushed deeper, a warm arc across the sheet, but she only moaned. Romana kept working, slow and steady, turning her wrist inside, and Dorina came hard, body trembling while the fist stayed buried. It looked filthy and gorgeous and exactly what she wanted.