Teaching Sarah Simon

Sarah had never been fisted. Cindy read that straight off her. The night got moving quick—one hot tub, two wet cunts, no rules past midnight. Water steamed between them as Cindy slipped inside, wrist deep in one steady push. Sarah gasped. Her legs shook. Then Cindy pulled back and drove straight again, cunt lips stretching wide around her knuckles until they slipped clean in. Sarah soaked her. Came harder than fingers ever earned her. Cindy kept going, four fingers thrusting, then the whole hand again, rotating, wrist flexing just right. Water splashed out every time. A finger slipped into Sarah’s ass next, slow and slick from the spill. Twin fill, twin stretch. Sarah rode it until she came a second time, cunt gushing. The release shot hot and clear in a thick arc—landing straight back inside her—slick, sudden, almost obscene. The liquid pumped deep, warm, unstoppable. Sarah swore, laughed, then moaned again. After the shock she wanted the fist once more. Cindy gave it. They went harder until both women collapsed into the water, shaking, covered in each other’s mess.