Teaching Lee Lexxus

Christmas lights blink against the walls while Lee Lexxus kneels on the velvet settee, bare except for a thin gold chain resting between her breasts. Her pale cunt gleams, lips already puffy from the thick, skin-warm dildo she feeds herself in steady thrusts—first one deep stroke, then another, stretching her open with wet, obedient sounds. When the toy slips free, Kissy leans in from behind, fingers slicked and gathered. She pushes straight in, four fingers at once, then the thumb tucked tight; her whole hand sinks past the knuckles, wrist buried to the bone inside Lee’s hungry heat. A slow twist, a deeper press, and Lee’s back arches, thighs shaking around Kissy’s forearm, each small grind of fist meeting the soft, clutching squeeze of Lee’s cunt.