I slow down the frictions, I jerk off a little, without pulling out both palms, I put them into fists, what is called a magic fist, the resistance immediately increases, I dry out sometimes in discord, sometimes at the same time, I try to sharply pull out of the pussy with a squelching sound, the hand jumps out, the sponges turn around, releasing the prey, right there I drive back Bloom. I try with the other hand, pulling the squelch out of my ass, I drive it back. The wife was already bent from such an action. I start, like a boxer, to work on the exit with both fists.
How he unobtrusively checked my ass for entry, did not tear, gently pressed, I even tried to help him. Alas, not yet, although my man really loves and knows how to do any type of fisting, just well done. I watch how the fingers just darted between the labia, the heel came up and slowed down, the muscles tensed, I endure, slowly twisting and pushing millimeter by millimeter, the heel goes inside. A clap and an ankle-deep foot fell into my insatiable sex gap in a completely unusual, but very sexy way. Perhaps it is a gift to be a person who has been invited to come inside, and it must be accepted with humility, empathy and joy. Thrills of transcendent saturation and wild unreality beat on the brain, they are simply impossible to get with ordinary caresses, as if we are on a journey to the farthest, ultimate sexual heights that a human being can have. After all, sex is a whole world, and Fisting is even more than a world - you understand this when you fly away.