Teaching Denisa Heaven

Suzie Carina parts Denisa’s thighs and tests the limits of that sweet cunt with slow, slick fingers. The folds yield under pressure, soft, warm, and quick to open. Suzie twists, adding another digit, and watches the delicate rim stretch around her knuckles. Denisa moans through clenched teeth. By the third finger, the lips cling tight yet give way, each thrust turning the entrance slicker. Suzie curls inside, gently flexing open those hidden muscles until four digits sit fully inside, thumb tucked neat. A single nod, and her hand slides deeper—knuckles first, then palm—until Denisa’s cunt closes around Suzie’s wrist in a sudden, wet grip. Her belly flutters under the full intrusion, juices trickling down Suzie’s forearm. The hand rocks, rotates, retreats, then drives forward once more, every motion eliciting a deeper quiver from the stuffed girl. Denisa grips the sheets, the slick lips pulsing visibly around Suzie’s arm each time she withdraws. No give, no sting, just a full, yielding warmth that draws her fist farther with every push until the whole hand works inside and the fist presses against a firm, spongy give beyond the cervix. Satisfied, Suzie flexes her fingers once, deep within that stretched channel, before withdrawing inch by glossy inch, leaving Denisa gaping, flushed, and soaked between trembling legs.