Mr. Fisting's double lesson

Bruno knows what the fuck he's doing with those monster hands. He's not shoving in raw—smart man. Gets Chicky and Sheala dripping and stretched first, working them open nice and slow. When he finally sinks those thick fists in, the girls feel everything click into place. Bruno's in control down there, and they know it. Every curl of his wrist, every twist of his knuckles sends heat shooting through them. He's not just fisting them—he owns the whole damn space inside them, and they can't get enough.