Teaching Valentina Bianco

Kiara knows fisting. Valentina has a history too. They click so naturally it shocks them both. Blonde hands. Brunette cunt. Valentina takes three fingers like she owns them. Kiara curls her thumb and keeps going. The first knuckle pushes past. Then the second. The wet grip swallows her whole hand. Valentina’s hips jerk and settle. Kiara feels every muscle pulse around her wrist. She presses deeper. Valentina moans, head back, thighs spread wide. Kiara curls her fingers into a soft ball inside her, testing the give. The fit is tight. Warm. Slick. Every flex of Kiara’s fist pulls another whimper from Valentina. She twists her wrist slowly, grinding her knuckles against the front wall. Valentina’s slick spreads down her wrist. She draws back an inch, pushes in again, fucking Valentina with her fist in short, steady strokes. Valentina claws at the sheets. Kiara leans in, breathes against her ear, and drives deeper until her forearm glistens.