Teaching Kitty Jane

Suzie's hands carry a certain reputation—one whispered about in corners. Girls show up from everywhere just to test that grip. Kitty joins them. She arrives wet with anticipation. Suzie's mouth works first. Tongue flat, then pointed, then lavish. When the warmth spreads, fingers follow—four at once, thumb folded, knuckles pressing until the cunt swallows the hand whole. Kitty opens, cunt gripping the wrist as if it belongs there. Each thrust widens her, each withdrawal drags a slick sound into the room. Suzie's arm slides in to the forearm before she curls her fingers into a fist again and holds, letting Kitty clench and learn the shape inside her. The room pulses with each slow grind, and Kitty takes every inch like a person finally given what she came for.