Teaching Savannah

The title promises more than the scene delivers. Savannah needs no instruction. Her thick, furred cunt already stares down any hand that comes near, daring them to work it inside. Nisha still peels back the lips, dips in her fingers, and pushes until her whole fist disappears. Every ridge of Savannah's sex grips her wrist as she twists deeper, slow and cruel. Savannah's thighs quake, her belly tightens, and another hot rush floods around Nisha's knuckles. She keeps pressing through each fluttering grip, milking out wave after wave until Savannah lies gasping and slick. Nisha's hand never leaves; she just curls tighter and milks out one more long, shaking climax.