Teaching Kitty Jane

New women sign up. Their eyes light up at the chance. Talia shows up, that clean-cut blonde with delicate hands and wicked focus. Kitty sits spread and open, thighs tight, cunt slick from anticipation. Talia begins with three fingers, the lips yielding, warm, velvety. Four follows easy. She pauses, paints the distended rim with Kitty's own arousal, then slides the thumb across. When she pushes, everything gives. The blonde sinks her wrist up to the deepest knuckle and turns, slow revolutions that make Kitty moan and drip. A sharp stretch, another twist, her fist finally locked deep. Wet silk gripping the bones of Talia's hand. When the thrusts begin, the motion pulls suck and drag along the inside of Kitty's sex. Slurps break the quiet each time the fist slides past the knot of muscle, and the whole room listens, every breath sounding thick.