Teaching Nikki Dream

Nikki shows up again like she never left. She got her first taste of the fetish weeks ago and now the need sits deeper than before. Whitney waits by the bed—lean, direct, and already flexing her gloved hand. She knows exactly what Nikki wants. No ceremony, no small talk. Whitney pushes two fingers straight in, working quickly until the knuckles slide past Nikki’s entrance. The third finger follows and the stretch widens with each slow twist of her wrist. By the time the thumb tucks and Whitney’s knuckles nudge forward, Nikki’s breath turns ragged. Her cunt blooms around the fist, wet and trembling. Whitney keeps pressing—slow, steady—until her whole hand sinks in to the wrist. She rotates it once, curling into a tight ball inside. Nikki’s legs shake. Every pump makes a low, liquid sound that fills the room. Whitney eases back and drives in again, testing how far the hole will give. Nikki keeps taking it—greedy, open, and still not finished.