Fisting fun

Zaria watches Kamilla coat three fingers with clear lube, the bottle making a soft wet sound as she squeezes. Kamilla touches her first. She parts Zaria’s lips with gentle fingers and sinks two inside, sliding slow so the slick warmth coats her knuckles. Zaria’s breath stays even until Kamilla adds the third and curls them once, a short gasp leaving Zaria’s throat. Kamilla leans in, breathing warm against her. “More?” she asks. Zaria nods and lifts her hips just enough for Kamilla’s hand to find the tighter ring behind. Kamilla spreads fresh lube there too, rubbing slow circles until it yields. She pushes one finger past the ring, waits, then follows with a second. Zaria’s muscles flutter and then give. The third finger presses in. Zaria exhales hard, the air leaving her like a sigh that tastes of pleasure and a hint of ache. Kamilla twists her wrist and the rest of her hand sinks inside, the knuckles popping past the tight ring one by one until her whole hand rests deep. Zaria’s ass opens around the wrist like it was made to take it. Inside, everything feels slick and alive, heat pulsing in time with her heart. Kamilla holds still for a moment, letting her feel the fullness. Then she begins to move, gentle twists and shallow thrusts that tug at Zaria’s stretched rim and send sparks up her spine. Every wet slide makes Zaria’s cunt drip onto the sheet beneath her. Kamilla watches the creamy shine, dips her free fingers between Zaria’s labia and rubs her clit in the same rhythm until Zaria trembles hard enough that the bed creaks beneath them.