Teaching Kitty Gold

Kitty had been chasing that spot deep inside her. Nothing else would reach it. Then came the fist. Nikky slides her hand in like she's searching for something and finds every soaked inch. Kitty flips. Literally. Legs hook over Nikky's shoulders while the thick wrist works deeper. The fist balls tight inside her, knuckles pressing hot pockets she'd never touched on her own. Her cunt stretches wide, dripping down Nikky's forearm, pulsing around every slow twist. She comes shaking, held upside down, body wrung out and open around the hand that owns her.