Fist fun

Hope’s cunt takes a fist better than most girls breathe. Put her with Zafira and the room fills with wet sound. Zafira pushes four fingers in first, watches the soft pink skin stretch wide, then folds her thumb under and keeps going until her knuckles slip through. Hope’s muscles clamp down hard, then loosen just enough to let the whole hand slide deeper. Fingers curl. Hope arches, spreads, tries to pull Zafira in further. When the fist finally sinks to the wrist she lets out one sharp cry, then goes still, trembling around the intrusion. Zafira works it in slow circles, thumb moving over Hope’s clit at the same time. Hope rides it, thighs shaking, swearing through clenched teeth while another woman’s arm disappears inside her.