Teaching Destiny

The classes are drawing new bodies, more mouths, more hands swapping tips between dates and texts. Madlin draws her in: smooth curves and darker curls, polite smile peeling back when the cuffs click. Fingers, then the whole hand working into her heat, stretching the glossy lips open around the thickest knuckles. Destiny plants her forearms, hips tipping up. The instructor leans her body over her, breath hot on the nape. A steady thrust, pauses, a twist, working past tight inner rings until the wrist sinks home and her hole blooms wet around it. She brings her free hand to Destiny's clit, presses and circles until the thighs start to tremble. The last stretch comes on a broken sound, Destiny's walls squeezing and pulsing while the fist stays buried and motionless inside her. Wet aftershocks roll down around the wrist. She made her cum hard enough that the last words are incoherent.