Teaching Mercy

Gail shows no mercy once her fist enters another woman. Today she has her sights set on Mercy, who lies back and waits. Gail works her whole hand in slow, steady pressure. Mercy’s tight pussy stretches around each knuckle until the whole fist slides inside. She gasps. Her body takes it anyway. Gail curls her fingers once she’s buried to the wrist and starts to move in small, controlled thrusts. Mercy’s hips rock up to meet each motion. Sweat beads on her stomach. The room stays quiet except for the wet sound of skin against skin. Gail’s free hand presses Mercy’s thigh wider. Mercy grips the sheets and bites her lip. She’s already close. Gail leans in, eyes locked on Mercy’s face, and pushes deeper.