Extreme Vaginal Fisting: Bare Hand Stretch, Heavy Lube & Internal Surrender
He poured the oil over his hands, working it between his palms until slick and warm. Sitting on the edge of the bed with my thighs parted, I felt his touch begin gently. First two fingers, then three, sliding inside with slow, measured strokes to spread the warmth and ease my body into opening. The slick friction set a deep, steady rhythm while my breathing grew heavier.
Once my walls yielded completely, he folded his fingers together into a tight taper. Using patient, deliberate pressure, he slid his knuckles past the threshold one by one. The stretch was intense and full, taking up every bit of space until his entire hand was inside, moving with controlled, rhythmic depth in the morning light.
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