Lesbian Fisting: Exclusive Best Hardcore Sex Scene

So my girl and I finally had that lesbian fisting night we’d been joking about for weeks, and honestly it was nothing like I expected and everything I needed. We started slow on her couch, just kissing and touching over clothes, her fingers tracing my ribs like she was reading me. She pulled my jeans off and I pulled hers, and soon we were both naked, skinny limbs tangled, small tits pressed together, breath going shallow. She slipped two fingers inside me first, then three, then her whole hand curled gently, and I felt this deep, full pressure that made my eyes water in the best way. I asked for more and she gave it, knuckles pushing past that tight ring of muscle while her other hand pressed my belly down. We shifted and she turned me over, and before I knew it she was fisting my ass too, slow and deliberate, spit and lube everywhere, my whole body shaking. I came so hard I forgot my own name for a second. We stayed like that, tangled and sweaty, laughing at how quiet the room suddenly felt.