Wet Desires
I pull out and grab the fisting gloves—black latex, lubed thick.
“Gentlemen, watch this forbidden shit. These sluts take fists like pros.”
Lila first.
I work four fingers into her dripping cunt—twisting, stretching.
She moans, spreading wider.
Then my thumb.
Knuckles deep.
I push—slow, relentless—until my whole fist pops inside.
She screams in ecstasy, body convulsing.
“Fist-fuck me, Sir! Ruin my breeding hole for the audience!”
I pump my arm—deep, churning her insides, elbow nearly vanishing.