Teaching Jennifer Morante

Jennifer Morante braces herself as the wooden bat pushes between her lips and splits her open. Wood disappears inch by inch until her hole hugs the grain like a sleeve. A slick pull and a thicker press follow until the barrel stretches her wider than most cocks ever could. When the wood slides free, her entrance stays parted, dark and glistening. Kissy watches the gap with a grin. She folds her fingers, oils her knuckles, then drives straight in. Her fist vanishes past the wrist and keeps going until her forearm disappears inside that greedy cunt. Each forward push makes Jennifer grunt; each slide out pulls wet sound after wet sound. Kissy twists her fist once fully buried, then opens her fingers inside, prying the walls farther apart until the fit feels almost sloppy. By the time she drags her hand free, Jennifer’s pussy hangs open, swollen, pulsing. The walls twitch like they’re searching for the next thing thick enough to fill them again.