Teaching Ashley

Antonya sinks her fist into Ashley's cunt, slow, steady, right down to the knuckles. The young girl lets out a sharp breath, hips twitching, then spreading wider. Earlier she'd showed off—stretching around a baseball bat, sliding her own fist in, all proud and slippery. Now it's Antonya’s turn. She curls her fingers, pumps deeper, twisting her wrist with the confidence of someone who knows exactly what she wants. Ashley’s thighs tremble. Sweat glistens on her belly. The blonde keeps driving in, pulling out just enough to watch the pink heat cling, then pushing back harder, until every knuckle disappears again.