Teaching Janet

Click the photos and you meet Janet at her private little fisting party—only two women invited, but that cunt of hers does not feel short-changed. Their knuckles sink into her slick, giving heat; then the toy comes out, thick and unyielding, sliding past the fingers until her lips grip its widest point like they will never let go. She rocks against the stretch and groans, breathing hard, ankles pulled back and thighs wide open. The fist curls deeper, knuckles rolling under sensitive walls, while the dildo pistons in hungry strokes. Her belly tightens, muscles fluttering around every ruthless shove. Janet’s pussy blooms around them both, red, glistening, greedy. Every thrust pushes her past her own, easy fingers or lazy tongues. Tonight she will carry the ache long after the party ends, and the tremor still moving through her thighs already says thank you.