Nesty's private class

Cindy Hope never pretended to be new at this. Nesty knows her own way around pleasure. Still, the darker tricks of making bodies sing – those Cindy keeps for herself, and Nesty leans in to watch, then to feel. She climbs onto the bed without asking, leaving her legs open, thighs already shining with what she wants. Cindy opens the toy box and sets a silicone cock beside the spread speculum, metal gleaming under the light. She stretches Nesty first with two slick fingers, watches her cunt clench, then presses the speculum in. One slow twist and the steel jaws part her. Nesty sees every fold, every glistening inch of herself reflected in the glass table opposite. Cindy works the dildo inside next, pushing it deep while the speculum still holds her wide. Nesty’s breath snags. Her clit twitches. When the first orgasm hits, Cindy leaves the toys exactly where they are. She strokes Nesty’s belly and counts the pulses rippling around steel and silicone. Two more follow, each stronger than the last, until Nesty’s voice breaks and she begs to be emptied. Cindy smiles, closes the speculum, slides everything free. The bedsheet beneath them is soaked through, warm and unmistakably alive.