Teaching Vanda and Madlin

Vanda and Madlin knew exactly what their bodies wanted. They pushed past every soft boundary. Madlin took Vanda first, guiding her own wrist slowly past wet lips until the ring of muscle hugged her tight above the knuckle. Vanda shuddered, hips rolling forward to take another inch. Then Vanda switched the game, pressing her knuckles against Madlin’s slick entrance until they disappeared inside, burying her hand as deep as it would go. Both women stayed perfectly still for one long breath, letting their bodies adjust, then began to move in languid thrusts that left the sheets stained and their thighs trembling.