Teaching Celine Doll

Celine lay back and let Nikky take over. Nikky picked up the small pocket rocket first, slicked it with lube, and pressed it against Celine's clit until the toy hummed low against wet skin. Then she swapped it for her hand. One finger pushed inside, two followed, three. Celine's hips twitched, but her body opened. Four. Celine gasped, legs spread wider on the couch. Nikky turned her wrist, tucked her thumb, and worked her whole hand past the knuckle in a single, slow press. The stretch pulled a broken sound out of Celine. Nikky held still, letting Celine breathe, then curled her fingers into a fist. Celine's thighs trembled; her moans came louder, raw. She took every inch without pulling away. Nikky pumped once, twice, drew her hand back until the widest part stretched the entrance again, then sank in deep. Pleasure jolted through Celine, loud and unfiltered, proof that her cunt could yield and grip at the same time. The lesson ended as quickly as it started.