Teaching Sophya

Sophya lies back, legs spread wide. The massive dildo dwarfs her small face; she pushes it against her lips but it barely fits past her teeth. Still she works it, saliva dripping, and then lowers it between her thighs. She shoves the blunt head against her opening, forcing it in inch by inch, stretching herself open until the shaft disappears. The stretch is obscene, but it's only the beginning. She drops the toy aside and brings her own hand up. Four fingers, then her thumb, sliding inside her soaked cunt. Her wrist follows, sinking until the heel of her palm rests against her. Her knuckles vanish; she's buried past the bone. She clenches, a wet sound filling the room as her fist pumps slowly in and out, her juices running down her wrist.