Teaching Dominique

She walked in like nothing could touch her, taller than anyone else in the room, nothing but long legs and narrow hips. His eyes ran down her body and stopped where the math always proved true: the slimmer they come, the tighter they feel inside. He powered the machine to life, bent her over, and let the thick, slick dildo slide home in one easy thrust. The motor hummed, pumping slow and deep, making the little hole glisten and drip, getting ready to take more—much more. When her cunt was dripping down her thighs, he shut the machine off and pressed four fingers straight in, working them until his knuckles kissed her opening. With a twist and a push, his whole fist slid up to the wrist, her young pussy stretched tight around the widest part of his hand.