Fisting plays with Sheala Brill & Lana S.

Lana S just went blonde. She sits on the couch with her knees apart, letting Sheala kneel between them. The gap between Lana's front teeth flashes when she laughs. Sheala nudges the fat end of a glass bottle against Lana's cunt, rocking it back and forth until the whole neck slips inside. Lana’s lips stretch pink and slick around the cold glass. Sheala works it deeper, turning it so the ridge drags over her inner walls, making her swell and drip. When the bottle finally slides out, her hole stays open, pulsing, ready. Sheala tucks her thumb against her palm and slides her hand forward, knuckles spreading Lana bit by bit until the fist sinks right in. Lana’s belly flutters with every knuckle that passes her entrance; her blonde hair clings to the sweat on her neck as she rocks down onto the hand filling her.