Teaching Jenny F.

Jenny kept that tight, flexible cunt for someone worth the stretch. Suzie earned it. Elbow-deep and still sinking. The pretty brunette didn’t whimper—she screamed, hips jerking every time Suzie twisted her wrist and opened her knuckles wider inside that slick, pulsing heat. A wet squelch filled the room every thrust. Juice ran down Jenny’s ass, pooling under her, soaking the sheets. Nothing delicate about it. Just muscle giving way to pressure, and Suzie driving through like she owned the space between Jenny’s legs. Each scream came louder than the last, hoarse and broken.