Teaching Gina

Gina stands tall in front of the camera, her body bare and the nerves still fresh on her skin. New girls like her want to learn before they film their first scene, so Jane sits close, her hands already slick, already ready. She works one finger inside Gina first, then two, taking her time, stretching her until the soft walls grip and give. With each slow push Gina’s breathing changes, turning shallow, then ragged. Jane adds a third finger, twisting, easing Gina wider, pulling that pleasure out of her inch by inch. Gina’s hips shift forward without shame, chasing the stretch, the pressure. By the time Jane folds her thumb down and her whole fist sinks inside, Gina lets out a rough sound, half laughter, half moan. Her body clenches, then opens again, slick and hot. Jane holds still while Gina learns how full she can be, how good the tight burn turns when it moves right. Gina finds the rhythm, rocking against that hand, dripping down the knuckles, completely open, owning every greedy inch inside her.