Teaching Candy Strong

A real knockout walks in—huge tits, dirty grin, never had a fist inside her. I mean, come on. We fix that right now. Jane’s our ring girl today, and her fist’s already slick and ready. She goes slow, just knuckles at first, then pops past that tight ring while the newbie gasps and laughs at the same time. Wrist deep, fingers opening inside like they own the place. Every push and twist sends another wet sound echoing around, and the girl’s hips can’t decide if they want to run or chase it. Jane just smirks, curls her hand a little more, and watches the newcomer lose it.