Teaching Belle

Belle grins as she lies on the black satin, the weight of the thick toy already pressing a wet spot through her shorts. She peels the fabric away and settles the flared head against her cunt, working it slow at first, letting each ridge pop inside and drag back out. The table shrinks as she pushes, and soon half the dildo’s length glints, coated in her slick. Leanna climbs over her hips, slides three slick fingers beside the toy, and the stretch pulls a low moan from Belle’s throat. When the hand sinks past the knuckles she arches, panting. Bruno steps behind Leanna, palm glistening, and works in alongside hers, Belle’s whole pelvis jerking around the combined girth. The last fist is Zoli’s—biggest of the three—and Belle bites her wrist as the knuckles wedge in, but she stays open, cunt swallowing until only the wrists and the toy still show. Her legs shake, breath hissing, face caught between pain and greed. She rocks, dragging each hand a fraction deeper until the biggest fingers brush the tip of the plastic inside her, trapped by flesh.