Teaching Babsy

Babsy smiles at the lens with genuine hunger. Gail kneels between her thighs, two fingers sliding straight in where she's already swollen and slick. A slow twist, then a third digit, opening her deeper. Gail reaches for the lube, pours a glossy ribbon down the crease, and works it inside until every stroke makes that obscene wet sound. When the hand slides home Babsy exhales a shaky laugh and her belly trembles. Then Gail brings the second palm down, pressing knuckle to knuckle until both fists disappear and the lips strain tight around the double intrusion. Gail rotates them gently; Babsy's toes curl. She catches her breath, looks at Gail through half-lidded eyes, and nods yes before a bare foot is raised to her cunt. Gail's toes nudge the stretched opening; one flex and they sink inside, the arch following, filling her all over again while the camera keeps rolling.