Teaching Sylvie

We had been waiting for Sylvi for months. The moment she walked through the door, fresh off her first shoots, we knew we had her. That tight little body looked like it needed to learn what it was built for. So we showed her everything—how to fold her fist just right, how to push past the resistance, how to bury the whole thing inside her cunt until she shook. She took to it fast, greedy once the stretch started burning sweet instead of sharp. We made sure she left knowing exactly how deep her own hand could reach.