"Do it. Fist your queen's greedy hole."
Akira withdrew his fingers slowly, her pussy making a lewd popping sound as they exited, strings of her wetness connecting them to her swollen lips.
Then, he bunched his hand into a fist, knuckles pressing against her entrance. "Relax for me," he murmured, pushing forward gently at first.
Lilithia moaned loudly, her body arching. "Push... harder... I can take it."
The head of his fist breached her, her labia stretching wide around his knuckles, the tight ring of muscle yielding with a slick give.
Inch by inch, he sank in, her pussy enveloping his hand in scorching heat, walls rippling and contracting as if trying to pull him deeper.
The sensation was intense… her inner flesh was soft, squeezing with so much pressure, her juices lubricating the way but making it a tight, slippery fit.
