Teaching Barbie White

Barbie watched the others, envy tightening low in her belly. They had opened themselves to the fist, taken it deep, come shuddering. She wanted that same stretch, that same wrecking pleasure. She reached for Cindy. Her mentor worked slow at first—two fingers slick, then three, knuckles teasing the rim. Barbie breathed through the burn, hips rocking against every careful push. Cindy added lube and kept talking, low and filthy, praising the way Barbie’s cunt spread. When the whole hand slipped inside, Barbie gasped, full and shining. Cindy curled her fingers just so, rubbed that swollen spot until Barbie’s thighs shook. The orgasm hit sharp and wet; juices spilled down Cindy’s wrist, onto the sheets, soaking everything.