Teaching Amabella

Anabella has taken fat rubber cocks before, but tonight she wants a hand inside her. Cindy positions herself and works her fingers in, then her palm, then the rest. Anabella’s pussy stretches, takes every knuckle, and swallows the fist until Cindy’s wrist disappears. Each thrust sends a ripple across Anabella’s stomach and thighs. She moans, tilts her hips, and squeezes down, letting herself be opened wider and wider. The sudden fullness knocks a gasp out of her; her toes curl, her belly flutters, and a thin, bright shock of pleasure shoots up her spine. The rhythm builds, the wet sounds getting louder, the grip of muscle around Cindy’s hand impossibly tight yet willing. Anabella’s face goes soft and blank, then sharp with need, each forward shove of the fist spilling another helpless cry from her. Her cunt clenches hard, sucking Cindy deeper, as the pleasure rolls through her in long, unstoppable waves.