Teaching Alex

Alex showed up with a blunt request, her voice steady, eyes steady: she wanted someone to teach her how to take a fist. Chanel didn’t need more than that. She spread Alex open on the sheets and watched her work a thick red toy into her shaved cunt, slicking every fold, stretching the entrance until it clung, shiny and greedy. Each slide pulled a wet sound out of her and Alex didn’t hide how much she liked it. Chanel took over when Alex was soaked and loose, guiding her own hand in one slow, steady press. Fingers first, then knuckles, the stretch forcing Alex’s breath out in a short gasp as Chanel sank in, wrist-deep, wrapped in heat and clench. A glossy thread slid down the inside of Alex’s thigh when Chanel eased out and pushed back in, the rhythm measured and deep, their bodies caught in that slick, deliberate giving.