Teaching Kerry

Today we shot two favorites together. Chary Kiss, long and lean, paired with Kerry, small and tight. The lesson was hands first. Chary went knuckle-deep in Kerry while the smaller girl grinned, legs wide, one heel digging into the sheet. Every thrust dragged a slick sound that filled the room. Kerry answered by sliding her own fist into Chary, twisting slow, watching her lips stretch around the wrist. Sweat gathered in the dip of Chary’s spine. Kerry leaned in, kissed the small of her back, then pushed farther until only the pale jut of her forearm remained. They moved in slow rhythm, stretching each other open, breath ragged, wet fingers shining under the lights.