Teaching Judy Smile

Nikky Thorne lives for fisting. She keeps her hand slick and buried in Judy's cunt, pushing deeper with every needy pulse of her wrist. Maybe she likes the heat, the tight grip that milks her fingers like a second skin. Maybe it is the wet clap of Judy's breath or the way the girl suddenly gushes around her knuckles. Either way, the two of them click. Nikky's forearm glistens, Judy's hips jerk, and clear fluid arcs across the sheets each time those soaked fingers crook and twist. No script, just skin on skin and the soft, filthy sound of pleasure meeting its match.