Teaching Winnie

Winnie came looking to sharpen her skills, not get schooled. Her holes already knew what fists felt like, so this was pure maintenance, a quick tune-up for a greedy little cunt. Kissy doesn’t waste time. She jams her fist in deep, knuckles grinding, wrist twisting, pushing Winnie wider than she remembers. Blonde hair plastered to her face, Winnie’s back arches while the brunette works her open like she owns the place. Sweat, gasps, and the slick sound of a pussy getting stretched until it stays that way—every thrust says practice makes perfect, and Kissy’s an overachiever.