Teaching Madison

Madison Parker looks like she fell out of a catalog. That face, those lips—every line clean. She’s naked on the edge of a white ottoman, knees drawn up, heels digging into the cushion. Pure Angel kneels between her thighs, hair falling over one shoulder, rubbing a thick smear of clear lube along her fingers until the skin gleams. She presses two fingertips against Madison’s smooth, tight entrance and waits, letting the girl feel the width before she goes further. A soft sound escapes Madison; her hips tilt forward as if testing the promise. Pure Angel answers by tucking her thumb and slipping the whole hand in, knuckles disappearing one slow knuckle at a time. Madison’s cunt swallows the knuckles with a wet click. Once the wrist is buried, Pure Angel turns her palm upward and spreads her fingers inside her, stretching the silky walls until a clear trickle runs down the pale skin and gathers on the leather. Madison’s breath hitches, breaks, then steadies into rhythmic gasps. The hand pulls back, almost free, then drives in again, each thrust punctuated by the slick sound of stretched, wet flesh. Every motion makes Madison’s belly flutter. Her clit stands flushed, shiny. She grinds down to meet the fist, eyes half-closed, mouth open, and Pure Angel keeps working her deeper, rolling her wrist inside that velvet heat until Madison comes shaking, thighs trembling, one hand clutching at her own breast.