Teaching Debbie White

Debbie looked like a doll someone could carry in one hand. But she folded her knees back until her thighs pressed flat against the bed and her slit bloomed wide, a soft, glistening pink stretching bigger than you'd expect from that slim frame. The entrance pulsed, greedy, a slick oval already winking open before anything even touched it. Two of my fingers slid in without resistance. A third joined them, then a fourth, and her cunt swallowed the knuckles as if it had been waiting for the whole hand. I pushed deeper, feeling the hot, silky walls part like warm wax, clinging wet against my skin. Debbie's breath hitched; her inner muscles fluttered around the intrusion. With a slow twist and a steady thrust, my hand disappeared to the wrist inside her, and a muffled little cry caught in her throat. She proved herself on the spot—another small girl with one hell of a cunt, swallowing more than most mouths could.