Teaching Kayla Green

Kayla Green has thighs that can bruise and a cunt that looks ready to take everything you give it. Nikky thumbs open the lube, coats the fat end of a baseball bat, and works the blunt head between Kayla’s lips until they split and swallow it whole. The bat slides deeper, stretching that lush slit so wide you can see the faint pink ring of muscle clinging. Kayla’s breathing turns ragged, her belly quivering as the thick shaft settles inside. Nikky eases the bat out, then slicks her own hand up to the knuckles. She makes a fist, lines it up, and pushes. Kayla grunts, bucks once, and opens. The fist sinks past the widest point and disappears to the wrist. Nikky starts pumping, twisting, pressing up against the spongy front wall, and Kayla’s orgasm hits like a snapped cable, wet, shaking, and loud enough to rattle the windowpanes.