Teaching Angell Summers

In the fisting lesson, Angell Summers spreads her legs wide, ready to take everything Blue Angel plans to give her. The brunette grabs a baseball bat first, pressing the smooth wood into herself inch by inch, groaning each time it sinks deeper. Blue Angel watches, eyes darkening, then wraps her hand around the bat and adds her slender fingers one by one, stretching the soaked folds even wider. She murmurs low praise while her knuckles slip past the swollen lips, pushing past resistance until her wrist sinks in. Angell’s thighs quake; slick sounds fill the air. When Blue Angel finally slips the bat out and keeps her fist buried, she rotates her hand in slow circles that draw strangled moans from the brunette. Inside, every ridge and flutter feels opened, molded, claimed. Eventually nothing’s left untouched—only the proof of how much that pussy now welcomes whatever they shove into it next.