Teaching Frida

Frida knows what she's doing. She's been fisted before, claims she's a slow learner, but we see how her eyes darken the moment fingers slip inside her again. She came back because last time someone's hand stretched her warm, wet cunt so wide she came harder than she'd ever felt. Now she's on her back again, legs spread, that slick heat welcoming every inch as knuckles push deeper, opening her until she's gasping and clenching, another orgasm building before the first one even fades.