Teaching Ruth Medina

Meet Nikki Thorne’s fresh find, Ruth Medina. Olive skin. Dark hair that spills down her back. She’s never taken a fist, not even a few fingers beyond the usual. Today she intends to open herself wider—stretch her cunt until it gives that heavy, aching fullness she’s been chasing. Nikki knows the terrain. She watches Ruth part her thighs on the couch, and the lesson begins. Nikki works two fingers first, then three, twisting at the knuckles, easing Ruth open with slow, steady pressure. She curls her hand gradually, thumb tucked tight, wrist rocking deeper with each thrust until the thickest part of her hand finally sinks inside. Ruth gasps. Her cunt pulses, gripping the whole fist, and Nikki starts a gentle pumping motion that has her shaking. The stretch is obscene, deliberate, perfect. Nikki doesn’t rush; she turns her wrist, searches for the spongy spot inside, and Ruth starts to come with a sudden, stuttering cry. When she finally slides her hand free, Ruth’s pussy stays open—red, glistening, still twitching for more.