Teaching Meg

Candy Bell fucks Meg senseless with one relentless fist. That tight little cunt gives way inch by inch until the knuckles sink out of sight. Meg's back bows, a ragged moan pours out, and her hips jerk like she's begging for more. Every forward shove stretches her wide-open around the wrist; her walls flutter, cling, then loosen just enough to take the next push. Candy twists her fist slowly, knuckles rubbing spots that make Meg's voice crack into high, whiny gasps, then grinds deeper until Meg's thigh muscles tremble and her cunt spills wet down Candy's forearm. When Candy finally eases back and snaps her fist forward again, Meg breaks—shaking, swearing, thighs splayed wide while the orgasm rolls through her in slick pulses that coat everything between them.