Teaching Scarlett

Scarlett watches Marica’s small hands come closer. Marica slips two fingers inside her, then three, rolling them until the knuckles slip through and the whole hand rests deep. Each slow turn drags against wet walls that grip and pulse. Scarlett bites her lip, breath catching as Marica curls her fist tighter, the pressure knocking soft shocks up her spine. Marica eases back, almost out, then sinks in again, wrist twisting, thumb tucked. Another thrust, harder, and Scarlett comes fast, thighs shaking. She barely settles before Marica opens her once more, sliding the other hand in to work the first deeper. Sweat beads at Scarlett’s temples. Her breath breaks into short, needy sounds each time knuckles press past that tight ring of muscle. Marica holds the fist still, letting the aftershocks fade only to start rolling again. Pleasure climbs and breaks, climbs and breaks, leaving Scarlett slick, dazed, and aching for the next stretch.