Fisting Session with Nikky and Alexa

Nikky doesn’t teach tonight. Lectures can wait. She stretches out on the couch, knees falling open, and Alexa’s already on her—two slick fingers working past the tight ring, then three. Nikky exhales through a grin. Her cunt swallows knuckle after knuckle; the slow push splits her open until Alexa’s wrist disappears and Nikky’s thighs start to tremble. Fluid runs warm down the crease of her ass. Alexa curls her fingers inside, feeling the walls flutter and clutch, then starts to rock. Every gentle thrust widens Nikky further. Spit glistens on her swollen lips; when Alexa leans down and licks her, the contact is bright and sharp, tongue lapping at the stretched entrance while her fist moves steady. Nikky grabs Alexa’s hair and pulls her closer. The pull inside gets deeper. Her belly tightens, muscles strain, and a sharp cry slips out as the hand slides free only to press back in, bigger, faster, relentless. Alexa smiles against her thigh. Another inch, another grind, and Nikky breaks again.