Lesbian Fisting Duette

Doris Ivy and Tina Kay couldn’t keep their hands still. They tangled themselves together, mouths locked, hands roaming everywhere until clothes came off in a hurried rush. Doris pulled Tina closer, kissing her neck and then sliding lower. She parted her legs and buried her mouth against Tina’s wetness, tongue working in slow, deliberate strokes. Tina moaned and reached down to grip Doris’s hair. When Doris looked up, Tina’s eyes told her exactly what came next. They shifted, repositioned. Tina settled on her back, knees drawn apart, inviting. Doris slicked her fingers, teased, then pressed four inside. The tightness gave way with each careful thrust. She tucked her thumb and eased her whole hand in, the slick slide deeper now. Tina’s back arched as Doris curled her fingers. Their rhythm settled into something steady and primal. Tina came hard, pulsing around Doris’s hand, breath ragged and ecstatic.