Teaching Angel Piaff

This isn't some polite workshop about the finer points of fisting. Two women have simply found each other again, bodies already thrumming with what they've done before and what they intend to repeat. They've been stretched by hands before—sometimes their own, sometimes one another's—and the memory is enough to make them wet on sight. Now they're here to take it further, knuckles deep and aching for the same raw fullness that once left them gasping and shaking.