Teaching Betty Stylle

Betty knows her way around fisting. Still, certain doors only open under the right pair of hands. Summer presses forward, wrist flexing past the taut edge, knuckles rolling inside until Betty’s cunt gives way and takes the whole thing. Betty comes hard the moment the blonde reaches that new depth, spraying clear liquid in pulsing arcs. Her hips buck, walls clenching around the full forearm she now holds inside her, body learning what the last push can feel like.