Schoolgirl Anal Fisting: Exclusive Must-Have Guide

I still can’t believe I’m telling you this, but the whole schoolgirl anal fisting thing started as a joke between us, just a silly dare after a few drinks, and then suddenly it wasn’t a joke anymore. She was wearing that little plaid skirt, chewing on a pen, looking at me with this half-smile that made my stomach flip, and I remember thinking I should probably say something responsible, but instead I just watched her slide off the couch onto her knees. The blowjob was slow and deliberate, her hand wrapped around the base while she watched my face, and every time I twitched she’d pull back just enough to keep me right at the edge. When she finally bent over the armrest, hitching the skirt up over her hips, I honestly didn’t think I’d get more than a couple fingers in, but she just kept breathing deep and pushing back, and something about the way she trusted me made my hands steadier than they had any right to be. One knuckle, then two, then my whole fist curling gently inside her while she gasped and laughed and told me not to stop, and when she came it wasn’t loud or dramatic, just this long shudder that rolled through her whole body while I stayed perfectly still, afraid to move, afraid to break it.