Teaching Ann Marie La Sante

Nikki knows fists like some know wine. She reads every twitch, every gasp, feels the moment when a pussy stops resisting and starts opening. Right now that pussy belongs to Ann Marie, sweet and curious, legs spread on white sheets. Nikki slicks her right hand, all the way to the wrist, then folds her fingers and sinks the tips inside. Ann Marie moans, hips rising. Nikki holds her still with the left hand on the belly and pushes—slow, steady—until the widest part of her knuckles forces a wet, quivering stretch. The walls give. With a last flex and twist, the full fist disappears. Ann Marie shatters, thighs shaking, first orgasm loud and sudden. Nikki leaves the fist seated, letting it pulse while the second swell starts to build, deeper and slower, rolling like thunder through clenched muscles. Every squeeze pulls another climax, each one feeding the next, until Ann Marie is dripping and gasping, open and begging to be taught again.