Teaching Jessie

Paula and Jessie see each other more every week. The spark between them burns hotter, so they booked a private fisting session. Tonight the focus stayed on Jessie. Paula slid in without any ceremony. Her knuckles stretched Jessie wide, then sank past the wrist in one steady push. The lips pulled taut around Paula’s forearm, shiny with slick. Jessie’s stomach fluttered as the fist settled inside, filling her completely. Paula curled her fingers once. A wet pulse answered her. They stayed like that, breathing, until Paula twisted and Jessie’s whole body answered.