Teaching Denisa Heaven

Denise Heaven knows her way around a fist. No lessons needed. Still, some nights she craves the stretch instead of giving it. She lies back. Legs open. A hand slides in, slow, steady, until knuckles press past that tight ring of muscle. The pressure hits different from the inside. One deep pump and she’s already wet. Another, and her clit throbs in time with each thrust. She can feel her cunt clenching, then opening wider, hungry. When the pace picks up she starts to shake. The tension builds low in her belly until it breaks. Fluid gushes around the wrist buried inside her. The orgasm rips through sharp and sudden, leaving her gasping and soaked.