Teaching Betty Stylle

Betty gets wet just thinking about learning new tricks. She tried fingers. Dildos. This time she wants her whole fist inside and she needs someone who knows how to do it. Cathy Heaven has the hands for the job and an hour later they are stretched out together. Betty lies back on the sheets, thighs open, pussy already slick and shiny. Cathy licks her first, slow tongue flattening over Betty's swollen clit until the girl moans and her lips part wider. Two fingers slip in easy. Then three. Betty breathes through it, hips rocking, cunt sucking greedily at Cathy's knuckles. Cathy turns her hand, twists her wrist, presses deeper until the widest part nudges that tight ring of muscle. Betty relaxes and pushes down, cunt blooming open, silky walls pulling at the knuckles. With one long, steady press Cathy's fist sinks all the way inside, four fingers curled, thumb tucked. Betty gasps once then laughs, breathlessly. The fist moves. In. Out. Each stroke smoother, wetter, the sloppy sound of skin on skin filling the room. Betty rocks her hips to meet it, clit swollen above the stretch, slick dripping down her ass. By the end she is fucking herself on that fist like she has always known how, smooth and deep, owning every inch she takes.