Teaching Teera

Teera craves more. Her fingers won’t satisfy her tonight. Gail opens her on the bed, sliding a speculum between the girl’s soft folds until she is spread wide and glistening. The metal clicks. Teera’s breath catches, then settles into a slow, hungry rhythm. Once the young blonde relaxes into that stretched ache, Gail eases her hand forward, wrist following knuckle by knuckle until her fingers disappear inside. Teera whimpers, legs trembling. Gail stays patient, letting the girl adjust around every inch. The older woman’s dark hair brushes Teera’s thigh as she works her deeper, fist swallowed, the pink of her cunt hugging tightly around Gail’s wrist. Teera’s eyes flutter. She wants it all.