Lesbian Fisting – Deep Wet Pussy Play

I can’t help but smile thinking back to that night, and honestly, wet lesbian fisting was something we’d only joked about before, but when we got back to my place after that party, the vibe just shifted. She had this look in her eyes, half-challenging, half-trusting, and we were both so turned on from all the tension that our clothes came off without a word. I remember lying back on the sheets, her fingers starting slow and teasing, circling and dipping just enough to make me gasp, and then she pushed deeper, past that first tight resistance, and I felt this overwhelming fullness that had me gripping the pillow. Her wrist twisted gently, and I could feel every inch of her hand sliding in, slick and warm, and the sound—god, that wet, squelching noise—echoed in the quiet room, making us both moan harder. My legs shook, and I whispered for her not to stop, and she didn’t, rocking her palm against me until I came undone, trembling and breathless while she held me there, connected and raw.