An Afternoon Fist

Adela gets tired of her homework, shuts her eyes, and tries to catch a quick nap. Lili, the stacked blonde who knows better, has something else in mind. The second Adela drifts off, Lili slides her fist right in, slow and sure. Adela just sighs, wide open, and lets it happen. The two share the game—fist tight inside, juices running, pleasure building fast. Adela doesn't hold back. She breathes deep, tells Lili how good it feels, and uses her own slick hand to show exactly how deep, exactly where, exactly right. Lili answers back with slow, strong strokes that knock the air out of her. Homework stays on the desk. Both girls stay sweaty, stretched, and grinning.