Teaching Sabreena

Sabreena grins, a touch wicked. She’s barely settled before she reaches for the bat, spreading her legs wide on the couch. The smooth wood slides against her folds, then presses. She works it in slow at first, teasing herself open until her breathing catches and her cunt begins to yield. When she’s slick and loose enough, she calls for Petra. The older woman kneels between her thighs, palm glistening, and sinks her fist past the knuckles with a wet, greedy sound. Sabreena gasps, hips jerking, thighs trembling as the fist disappears to the wrist inside her stretched teen cunt.