Nella's skill

She looks almost breakable at first glance. Tiny waist, soft edges, the kind of girl who makes a man hesitate. Yet her pussy tells another story. Tight, small, barely parted, until her fingers start working. She knows the trick. Slow circles first, then deeper, stretching herself open until the fist sinks in without a fight. It slips past her knuckles like it belongs there. She watches it happen, breathing through parted lips, blonde hair sticking to her damp neck. No hurry. No show. Just the quiet satisfaction of owning a body that can take that much. And the brunette watching from the edge? She bites her lip, already wet, already imagining what that same fist could do to her.