Teaching Tess

Tess and Tiffany make a perfect match for this. Tiffany’s hands are slim, almost delicate, but they know exactly what they’re doing. She works more lube over her fingers, then presses one hand, then the other, slowly opening Tess until both sink in together. The stretch is obvious; Tess’s cunt swells around the double width, shiny with slick. Her head tips back and her mouth falls open, a raw sound slipping out as her body swallows them to the wrists. Tiffany holds her there, palms together inside that clenching heat, then draws them out and pushes again, each stroke deliberate. Every inch shows on Tess’s face—tight jaw, fluttering eyelids, the helpless pull of her hips chasing more. It’s obscene how greedily she takes it, how wet she sounds, how badly she wants both hands buried deep.