Love of fisting

Bethany trusts her fist deep inside Faith. She thinks the stretch might loosen something, let her breathe again. Faith believes it too. She lies back and takes it, watching her own skin stretch wide around Bethany's hand. Her shaved cunt opens for it, pink and wet. Bethany works deeper. Slow. Then she curls her knuckles and pushes. Faith shudders. The walls give. The whole slick passage pulls around Bethany's wrist as she sinks further in. The lips cling tight to the thicker part of her hand. Every time Bethany twists, the skin shines wetter. Faith groans through clenched teeth. Her thighs tremble. She wants more. Bethany gives it. A steady, deliberate thrust that leaves her hand buried to the wrist inside her girlfriend. The lips flare open around the intrusion, glistening. Two women fucking with nothing but skin and trust, one buried inside the other.