Teaching Shelly

They shoved Shelly straight into it. Suzie dragged her to the fisting night, no warm-up, cameras rolling. Shelly hesitated at first, knees tight together. Then Suzie's mouth found her. Tongue stroking slow, then firmer. Lips sealing, sucking. Shelly's thighs loosened. Her cunt opened under that wet insistence, slick and receptive now, aching for the first knuckle. The fist pushed inside in one patient press—knuckles stretching, palm following, fingers curling deep until Shelly's walls clenched around the wrist that filled her. No ceremony. Just full penetration under the lights.