Teaching Bonny Bon

Bonny walked into the studio like a challenge wrapped in silk. Word about her ass had already traveled the room, tight-lipped rumors thick with doubt and desire. They weren't going to stay rumors for long. I wanted her fist buried where it didn't belong. Not in the silk-soft stretch of her pussy. Deeper. Tighter. All the way into that legend between her cheeks. No warm-up speech, no poetic tease. Just muscle, skin, breath held and then released when that ring finally gave. She knelt. Spat on her fingers. Pressed one knuckle, then two, then her whole hand while her back arched and a groan slipped past her teeth. The legend proved itself in real time, wrist-deep and glistening, swallowed inch by inch until nothing else remained to see except the satisfaction on her face and the stunned hush around her.