Teaching Destiny

Destiny lands on the black leather daybed, legs spread wide. Stella Red kneels between them, one hand already slick with lube. She slides three fingers in first, working them in slow circles, opening Destiny up. Destiny’s breath hitches each time the knuckles push deeper. Stella adds her pinky, her thumb tucked tight, and starts a steady twist. Destiny’s hips lift, chasing the stretch, cunt glistening around the widening girth. A low groan breaks from her throat as the thickest part of Stella’s hand works past the rim. The ring finger slides through. The thumb follows. Stella keeps pushing until her wrist disappears. Destiny freezes, every muscle locked, then shudders hard, dripping down Stella’s forearm while the fist flexes inside her.