Fisting Session with Nesty and Tina

Nesty and Tina rent the room for the afternoon. Blonde and brunette, they prefer spending it with fisting rather than idle talk. They strip without ceremony, the door clicking shut behind them. Tina lies back first. Nesty sinks between her thighs, fingers slick with lube, working the brunette open with slow, deliberate pressure until her whole hand slides inside. Tina moans, her hips rising, asking for more. They switch places soon after. Nesty spreads herself wide on the sheets, eyes heavy, breath catching as Tina presses in knuckle by knuckle. The rhythm builds, steady and wet, skin glistening under the low light. Nothing else matters but the stretch, the heat, the way each thrust pulls another gasp from the woman beneath them.