Teaching Larissa Dee

Larissa Dee feels new to this. She and Nikky have played before, but tonight she wants to try something thicker, deeper. She watches Nikky’s hand disappear under the oil. The light catches on slick fingers and the air tastes like vanilla lube. Nikky twists her wrist once, twice, testing the slide, and Larissa catches the motion like it already lives inside her. When the fist finally pushes past the soft ring of muscle, the pressure blooms slow and enormous, heat rippling up her spine until every breath feels borrowed. Her thighs clamp, then give. She gasps, back bowing, amazed by the solid shape moving inside that plush, dripping space.