Teaching Marcella

Neither Marcella nor Kyara have much experience with fisting, but both give it everything they have. Kyara’s hand finds rhythm fast, her fingers tucked, wrist twisting deeper with every stroke. Marcella’s body answers with a tight shiver, her cunt stretching around the intrusion, then softening again as the blonde pushes harder. Sweat beads between her breasts. Her hips rock back to meet the thrust. Kyara watches the wet grip, almost smiling, fascinated by how easily Marcella yields and how fiercely she clamps down again. Nothing graceful about it—just raw stretch and the low, wet sound of flesh giving way.