Fisting fun

Zaria and Kamilla sprawl across the sheets, already slick and dripping. Kamilla starts with two fingers, working them into Zaria’s cunt in a slow, steady push. One finger at a time, Zaria opens for her—then three, then four, until Kamilla’s whole hand slides inside that soaked hole. Zaria shudders, her thighs trembling, but she isn’t finished. She rolls onto her belly, reaches back, and guides Kamilla’s fist straight into her ass. The ring gives way, the knuckles press past, and soon Zaria’s rim is stretched wide around Kamilla’s wrist, gaping and shiny with lube. Kamilla twists her hand, and Zaria moans into the pillow, every muscle clenching and releasing around the thick invasion.