Fisting fun

Sophie couldn't look away. Hope's small pink slit took her whole fist in one smooth push, no pause, no struggle. Just gone. Sophie worked her hand deeper, slow circles inside that tight heat, feeling every slick fold wrap around her knuckles. Hope arched, hips rolling up to meet each twist. Her blonde hair spilled over the pillow, thighs spread wide and trembling. A low moan slipped out every time Sophie's fingers flexed. Wet sounds filled the quiet room, soft and filthy. Sophie curled her wrist, pressed harder, and Hope gasped, cunt fluttering around the stretch. She stayed relaxed, open, greedy for it. The fist pumped steady, knuckles dragging over that sensitive spot again and again until Hope shook and clenched, coming hard with a sharp cry, juices running down Sophie's wrist.