Teaching Ashley Woods

Alyssa Reece touched down from Canada, carrying her precision in small, sharp hands. Ashley Woods waited on her back, thighs already parted. Her cunt was plump, soft enough to give, tight enough to grip. Alyssa pressed four fingers in at once and watched the flush rise up Ashley's chest. She curled her thumb, slid deeper. Ashley exhaled, took it. The hand disappeared to the wrist, buried inside that velvet heat, and Alyssa's wrist turned in slow, greedy circles. Ashley answered with her hips, grinding down for more. When Alyssa's knuckles pressed and turned and her wrist flexed, the wet sound filled the room and Ashley shuddered, open and pulsing around every inch she was given.