Fisting plays

Look at them and you’d swear they were untouched. Lea and Artemis move across the sheets like two girls who still blush at compliments, all smooth skin and light hair. Then Artemis spreads her thighs and lets the need show. She wants the stretch, wants her pink cunt pushed wider until it gives. Lea doesn’t hesitate. She oils her hand, presses four fingers first, then tucks the thumb and watches Artemis’s belly tighten while the whole fist sinks inside. The sound is wet, tight, almost shocking against how delicate Artemis looks. When it’s Lea’s turn she rolls onto her stomach, knees tucked high. Artemis’s smaller hand finds her asshole, already slick, and works in knuckle by knuckle until her wrist disappears. Lea’s breath breaks into soft cries every time Artemis draws back and pushes deeper again. The sheets dampen under her. Her toes curl hard, feet flexing close to the lens. A small, filthy smile crosses her face every time Artemis twists her fist and finds that perfect angle.