Teaching Nyomi

Blonde like something out of a cathedral window, Nyomi still knows exactly how sin works. She’s barely old enough to drink and twice as dangerous. Tonight the lesson starts where textbooks fear to tread. Legs spread, two fingers already knuckles-deep in pale-pink cunt, she eases herself open, slow and deliberate. The ring of muscle yields, slicks, blossoms. A low breath leaves her as she adds the third finger and drags a slow, wet circle that widens her entrance inch by inch. It’s obscene the way that tight heat stretches, the lips fattened and glistening, swallowing more of her hand every time she pushes deeper. No angel rides fingers this greedily, this openly, and she knows it. The sound alone is lessons enough: the slick, greedy squelch of a girl learning how big her cunt can get when someone teaches it to take.