Teaching Bartscha

A neat triangle catches the eye when everything else around it is bare. Bartscha has hers shaped just right and her cunt stays tight even as it opens to take what it’s given. Suzie’s fingers slide between those lips, then deeper, each stroke slow and sure. The leather chair creaks as Bartscha shifts, hips lifting to meet the push. Wet heat coats Suzie’s knuckles while she twists her wrist, twisting again until a low sound slips from Bartscha’s throat. Suzie doesn’t rush. She listens to every small hitch of breath and keeps working her open, stretching her without breaking that perfect grip.