Teaching Tiana

Tiana came wanting a fist inside her. We didn't bring the usual instructor. Instead we let Cindy Hope take the lesson, an old hand needing practice. The body forgets nothing. It moves the same way every time, sliding past the rim, past the second knuckles, past resistance, until the palm sits full and warm and the walls grip around the wrist like memory. Cindy worked her through it without hesitation. Tiana answered with sharp cries and a wet gush that soaked the sheets beneath her. Each tremor carried more proof that she'd take whatever Cindy pushed deeper.