Teaching Nesty

They call it a teaching session, but Nesty knows her way around a fist. She shows up every week anyway. When she heard Kiara would work her, though, she cleared her Saturday just to feel those hands again. Two blondes. One wet cunt. Kiara slides four fingers in first, twists, and Nesty opens like she was built for it. Her thighs shake. The fifth finger tucks, palm follows, and suddenly Kiara's wrist disappears inside her, slow and deliberate. Nesty's moans get higher, needier, each time those knuckles press past her entrance. By the time Kiara starts a steady rhythm, fucking her with the full width of her hand, the lazy afternoon has turned into something raw, rhythmic, and unmistakably filthy.