Teaching Destiny

Nothing beats an outdoor fisting session. Far from the city, under an endless sky, Nikky Thorne and Destiny lay exposed, getting slick and desperate. Nikky, the well-practiced fister, stretches her own cunt first until it hangs open and shiny. Then she turns her wet hand to Destiny, easing every finger inside, one knuckle at a time, pressing deeper until the younger woman’s lips bloom red around her wrist. Destiny’s inner walls pulse; Nikky curls her fingers, parts them, and her fist turns, widening that trembling hole until it gives that loud, lewd pop. Both women breathe hard. Come see if Destiny’s cunt can gape wider than the master’s.