Five fingers deep

Clara G. never hid how much she loved fisting. Jasmin, though, surprised everyone. The pale blonde stood still while Clara peeled down her lingerie, eyes wide as two slick fingers slipped inside her, then three. Jasmin’s breath hitched when the fourth finger joined, her tight cunt stretching around the glossy knuckles. Clara watched the girl’s face, smiled, and eased the thumb in too, wrist turning slowly until her whole hand sank in to the wrist. Jasmin’s thighs trembled, hips rolling forward, her small tits flushed pink against the lace. Each gentle twist drew a wet sound from between her legs, and the shy blonde kept pushing back, taking it deeper every time.