Teaching Selina

Selina arrived in Hungary not two days ago. A pale Russian girl with curious hands, she slipped straight into our studio before the city could touch her. They worked her open—fingers, then whole hands sliding deep—until the muscle learned to yield without resistance. Now her pussy stretches around four knuckles like she was born for it. The training stuck. She glistens, ready, already wet at the thought of the next lens waiting for her elsewhere in the network.