Teaching Eveline Neill

Dido Angel slides her hand straight into Eveline’s cunt, testing the limits of her new toy. Tight heat grips her knuckles. Dido works deeper, wrist twisting with slow determination, opening the brunette wider with every measured thrust. Eveline gasps, hips twitching, unable to do anything but take it. Her muscles clench, softening and spreading as Dido’s fist sinks in, knuckles disappearing past soaked folds. The blonde watches her face, reading the flush of strain and pleasure, feeling every flutter and spasm around her hand. Once buried past the wrist, she draws back and drives in again, setting a steady, deliberate rhythm until Eveline shakes and finally comes, cunt gripping and pulsing around the fist stretching her open.