Teaching Bartscha

Suzie, gorgeous as ever, wastes no time. Her dress lies crumpled somewhere on the floor while her fingers disappear between Bartscha’s spread legs. Bartscha kneels over her on the bed, shoulders rolling as she adjusts to the breach. Three fingers already, slick with lube and her own hot need, and Suzie isn’t stopping there. She angles her wrist, rotating gently, giving the blonde a beat to accept the invasion before she adds the fourth. Bartscha exhales a shaky laugh that melts into a moan. Her cunt glistens, lips swollen and clinging to every push. Suzie stays attentive but unhurried, her free hand smoothing slow circles over one trembling ass cheek, coaxing. She folds her thumb inward, a soft seal, and the pressure alone makes Bartscha’s thighs shake. A brief squeeze of warning and the whole fist eases inside, knuckles vanished, forearm flexing as warm walls clutch down in frantic gratitude. Bartscha hangs on, breath short, sweat sliding down the notch of her spine. A slow rocking motion and the fullness swallows her thoughts; nothing else registers but the steady pulse of Suzie’s hand working deeper and the wet, rhythmic sound each little thrust sends echoing off the bedroom walls.