Fisting Queen Olga

Olga loves nothing more than a fist inside her. She opens her legs on the couch and drives her own hand in deep, fingers curling until her cunt takes the whole thing to the wrist. While she stretches herself she grabs a thick, monstrous dildo and works it up her ass, grunting with each slow push. Betty walks in, eyes flicking from Olga’s stuffed pussy to the toy splitting her hole. She doesn’t ask; she kneels, pulls Olga’s hand free, and slides her own in, slick, relentless, sinking past the knuckles until Olga’s belly shudders under the pressure. Betty twists her wrist, pumps harder, opening Olga wider. Still not enough. Olga yanks the dildo from her ass, stumbles into the garden naked, and sinks onto the toy again, forcing the brutal head past her ring while her own hand slips back between her legs. Every thrust sends a wet slap echoing through the trees.