Fist Punching Sarah

Sarah Shevon and Krissy Lynn go at each other like they hate each other and want to come at the same time. Krissy’s got the bigger hands and the meaner streak. She spits on Sarah’s tight ring, works two fingers in, three, then folds her thumb and shoves past the knuckles until her wrist disappears. Sarah’s face twists, half pain, half prayer, and the camera catches every wet sound as Krissy twists and pumps. When Krissy pulls out, Sarah’s hole stays open, shiny, twitching, begging to be wrecked again. The toys come next, long, thick, unforgiving. Krissy works them in slow, then slams them home until Sarah’s thighs shake and her moans turn to shouts. Tongues replace fingers, licking deep, tasting lube and skin and sweat, before Krissy’s fist slams back in, wrist deep, punching that stretched hole until Sarah comes with her ass gaping around empty air.