Teaching Mira Sunset-

Cipriana pushed two fingers in first, then three, twisting her wrist so the knuckles caught at Mira's opening. Mira's thighs shook. Another push and her body gave, swallowing the whole hand up to the wrist with a wet sound that made them both gasp. Cipriana held still, feeling the pulse around her fingers, then curled them slowly until Mira cried out and grabbed her wrist, pulling her deeper. The stretch was obscene. Her cunt clenched and released in waves that ran up Cipriana's arm, and she answered by rocking forward, each movement dragging across every swollen ridge inside. Mira came with a strangled sound that turned into open sobbing, hips jerking, slick running down Cipriana's forearm. She didn't stop. She worked her fist in small circles until Mira's second orgasm hit harder, punching a raw cry from her throat that echoed off the walls. Cipriana smiled against Mira's thigh and kept her hand exactly where it was, buried to the wrist, feeling every aftershock.