Teaching Tiffany Doll

Tiffany has shown up before. She knows the drill. Yet here she stands, again, outside Nikki Thorne’s studio, waiting for the woman who fists women until they scream. Maybe it’s knowledge she still chases. More likely it’s that singular, violent stretch—when the toy first wedges deep and Nikki’s narrow wrist follows—that blanks Tiffany’s mind and drags an orgasm out of her cunt like nothing else ever has. She knocks. The door opens. Light glints off the enormous silicone cock already lying on the mat, fat veins molded in, base slick with fresh lube. Nikki’s eyes flick down, then up, a half-smile cutting across her lips. She doesn’t ask why Tiffany returns. She doesn’t need to. She simply steps aside and lets the door swing shut behind them, sealing them in with the promise of depth, pressure, and ruin.