Teaching Whitney

Fresh meat. Whitney shows up with that golden hair and those wide eyes, ready for her first real lesson in surrender. She ends up spread wide while Angel Piaff works her fist inside, slow but deliberate, wrist deep and knuckle tight. The pink stretches around Angel's hand, glistening. Whitney gasps through it, hips twitching, breath catching every time Angel pushes further. She takes it all. She takes the stretch, the pressure, the wet sounds that fill the room when Angel starts to pump. Her thighs tremble. Her pussy grips hard. She comes shaking, almost involuntary, cunt fluttering around Angel's wrist. Angel keeps her hand buried until Whitney's breath evens out. This one will be back.