Fisting with Hope

Hope and Tara locked eyes on the couch, the air thick with anticipation. Hope’s blonde hair spilled over her shoulders, framing her flushed face as she leaned back and spread her legs. Tara knelt between them, her brunette waves brushing Hope’s inner thighs. Hope’s pussy was already open, slick and inviting, and Tara eased two fingers inside. The fit was easy. Hope moaned softly, hips tilting toward Tara’s touch. Soon Tara pressed in a third, then a fourth, sliding her hand slowly deeper until her knuckles kissed wet skin. Hope’s breath caught and her mouth parted. Tara curled her fingers, working them in steady strokes, while Hope’s pussy opened around her wrist. The blonde’s thighs trembled as Tara’s hand moved in deeper, each thrust deliberate. Hope reached down, spreading herself wider. The sound of slick skin and quiet gasps filled the room. Tara’s wrist glistened as she pushed farther, the rim of Hope’s entrance hugging her tight. Hope’s back arched, pushing against Tara’s hand, greedy for more. Tara rocked her hand, slow and steady, until Hope’s body trembled on the edge. The girl’s whole frame tightened, a flush spreading across her chest, and Tara kept her rhythm until every shiver had passed. She eased her hand back gently, watching Hope’s face relax into satisfaction.