Teaching Hadjara

Hadjara stands there buck naked, thinking she’s got this. Her hairy snatch’s already twitching, eager for what’s coming. Chanel plays teacher because she’s done this a million times and knows how to slide a whole fist into a hungry hole till the sheets are soaked. Hadjara shifts her weight, shoulders back, tits proud. First she tries to relax, breathing slow, belly tight as Chanel coats her knuckles in slick lube. Chanel crooks two fingers first, coaxing easy, wet sounds with each stroke, stretching just enough to loosen her up. Three fingers slide in, four, knuckles bump. She rotates her wrist slowly, playing that come-hither motion till Hadjara’s inner muscles start to melt. The pressure builds, tightness yields, and suddenly the whole hand slips past the ring of muscle and buries itself to the wrist. Hadjara groans, eyes rolling, cunt dripping down Chanel’s forearm, creamy streaks shining in the light.