Teaching Chaty Heaven

Sabrina Sweet once offered Chaty Heaven a lesson in fisting she would not forget. First the machine left Chaty wet and open, cunt still pulsing. Then Sabrina worked four fingers in, tucked her thumb, and eased the whole hand past the knuckles. The girl gasped, rolled her hips, took every inch. Knuckles flared against the cervix, wrist twist sent tremors up her thighs. Chaty locked eyes with Sabrina and nodded, mouth wet, breath ragged, while the fist fucked slow and deep. She came loud, drenching the sheets, asking for more.