Velvet Gloves, A Fisting Compilation

Marica drops to her knees like she’s been waiting all day. Dana points. Marica opens her. Two fingers from each hand pry Dana’s rim apart until the hole stays wide on its own, then Marica leans in and fucks that gape with her tongue. Dana grabs Marica’s wrist and shoves the whole hand home, using it like a cock until the Hitachi pins her clit and she comes so hard her thighs shake. Cut to Tori on all fours, Dee feeding fingers until Tori freezes, then pushes back for more. One breath later Dee’s wrist disappears and Tori’s hole clenches around it like she’s trying to keep it. Dee moves to Syren, fist already slick, sliding in until her knuckles press the rim, mouth busy on Syren’s cunt while the fist works in and out. Casey lies back, legs open, Jenna kneeling with a palmful of lube. The hand sinks slow until Casey’s belly jumps and she comes around the wrist. In the yoga studio Alexa gets it first, London’s forearm buried, then they switch—Alexa eight fingers deep in London while her face is buried in the mat. Anna De Ville takes orders, works her own fist past the ring, then flips and fists London until both women are panting. Aiden finishes it: Cheyenne and Kimberly on their backs, legs spread, Aiden sinking a fist into each of them at once, both girls howling, laughing, and coming so loud the walls shake.