Teaching Cameron

Teaching? Fuck that. Cameron's no instructor—she's a dripping mess of pure want, knees wide, knuckles shining. Whether she's spreading another girl open or punching past her own slick lips, the woman doesn't pace herself. She loves the slow resistance giving way, loves that dull pop when her wrist sinks in and her pussy swallows another inch like it was built for exactly this. She works the bat in next, deeper, until the wood gleams wet and her belly tightens around the impossible stretch, hips rolling like she’s thanking the toy for filling her so brutally. That greedy hunger is why we keep her close; she doesn’t hint at pleasure—she drags it out of every hole she can reach and grins while doing it.