Teaching Anina... Reloaded!

Anina returned hungry. The brunette beauty had tasted Doris Ivy's fist once and could not stay away. She showed up asking for another lesson. Doris grinned like she already knew the outcome. Small hands, sure, yet she worked Anina with slow, twisting pressure until knuckles slipped past the tight rim and her whole fist sank inside. Anina shuddered and pushed back, taking everything Doris gave her, slick and open, while the older woman moved her wrist in tight circles that made Anina moan louder each time. They kept going until Anina's thighs trembled and her voice broke, one fist swallowed deep, the other gripping the sheets for dear life.