Teaching Eveline Neill

Eveline Neill stepped forward to book the fisting session, a flicker of fear tightening her belly—she knew how snug she always was. Serenity spoke soft encouragement between wet strokes of her tongue, slowly opening her up. When the final push came, Serenity slid her fist inside in one clean glide. Eveline cried out, her body locking then giving way, pleasure crashing through her as the blonde’s knuckles pumped and twisted until she shuddered and came, hot and raw.