Outdoor Fisting

Sun burns low. Blonde hair whips across Ashley's face as she kneels between Cristal's open thighs. Her knuckles disappear first, swallowed slow, then wrist-deep. Cristal's cunt grips back, swallowing another inch with every rock of hips. She answers with mouth and tongue, licking until blonde folds drip onto her chin. They trade turns without ceremony. Brunette fingers curl, stretch, disappear past the second knuckle while blonde moans through gritted teeth. Fists vanish, retreat, then vanish again, skin glistening with slick. Their laughter cuts short each time the stretch widens. No schedule. Just heat, muscle, and the wet smack of their bodies beating against skin and grass.