Teaching Alma Deluxe

Here they come, Cherry Ann and Alma Deluxe. Cherry's working Alma's cunt open, slow, the first time she's pushed past the knuckles. Alma runs her own company, wears silk suits by day and keeps that same calm look while Cherry's knuckles sink into her. The blonde spreads wider. Her cunt takes the whole hand and holds it. She doesn't moan at first. She just breathes through it, eyes narrowing, then that smile breaks across her face like heat cracking lacquer. Cherry feels the grip inside, tightens her own fist, twists a fraction. Alma's lashes flutter. Sweat beads on her chest. She arcs her hips up, chasing the stretch, mouth opening like she just closed a seven-figure deal and the ink still hasn't dried. You can watch her cunt swallow past the wrist, see how her shoulders loosen, how her toes curl against the sheets, until Cherry's forearm glistens and Alma's breathing turns to sharp, wet pulls of air.