Teaching Susan Ayn

Fisting remains a favorite among these women. Susan returned this week, hungry for the same brutal fullness that made her legs shake last visit. She craves the slow, deliberate stretch when another woman’s knuckles push past her slick entrance, every finger disappearing knuckle by knuckle until a whole hand sinks inside. Ennie knelt between Susan’s parted thighs, coated her palm in lube, and worked her in with steady pressure until Susan’s cunt swallowed her to the wrist. The older woman’s breath broke into short gasps; then one deep thrust set off the trembling orgasm she had begged for.