Teaching Nesty

Nesty stares back with that heat only a girl who knows exactly what she wants can carry. The moment their eyes meet you feel it—Nikky’s already sliding her fingers inside, slow and sure, working each knuckle until her fist sits deep. Nesty lets out a breathy moan, hips rocking, thighs spread wide on the sheets. Nikky curls her wrist, twisting just enough to stretch Nesty wider, and the wet sounds of slick skin follow every careful thrust. She pulls back, fingers gleaming, then pushes forward again, sinking her hand up to the wrist while Nesty grips the sheets and begs for more. Their bodies move like they know every beat, every gasp, every inch that makes the pleasure crest and hold.