Fisting with Sophie and Sandy

Two blondes on holiday found more to do than sightsee. One afternoon they locked the villa door and got straight into it, bare thighs spread wide. The first girl’s fist looked small, then massive, forcing slick heat as she worked inside her friend’s cunt. Knuckles sank past muscle. She kept a steady rhythm, watched the lips bloom around her wrist, heard wet sounds echo off white tile. The other girl held her legs higher and panted, each push sending trembling through her stomach, sending fresh slick down the stroking forearm. They swapped without a word. Fingers shone. Orgasm came in sharp, repeated spasms, hips lifting off the sheets, toes curling. Afterward the room smelled thick with cunt and sunblock, sheets rucked at the foot of the bed.