Mistresses of Fisting

No instruction today, just the deed. Alysa Gap spreads her cunt wide. Nikky Thorne sinks her knuckles in. They keep the audience in the dark about limits. Slow push and sharp drag. A hand twists deeper, wrist stretched over the lip. They swap. A second fist slides straight home. The slick paint of lube catches the light, a stark gleam across stretched skin.