Clara has her pussy fisted by blonde Proxy

In the dimly lit room, with mere flickers of candlelight casting dancing shadows, two nubile young women lay entwined on the bed, their skin glistening with a light sheen of sweat. Clara, the more slender and petite of the two, with barely a handful of pert breasts and an intricate tattoo adorned her left hip, gazed up at her blonde friend, Proxy. She had a mischievous glint in her eye and a coy smile playing upon her full, pink lips. Proxy, tall and willowy, with generous, full curves and a slight heaving of her ample bosom, returned the smile, her blue eyes sparkling with anticipation.

Clara reached out a delicate hand, her slender fingers tracing the curves of Proxy’s body, lingering on the hardened peaks of her nipples. She let out a soft gasp as Proxy leaned forward, capturing one of Clara’s own nipples between her teeth, nipping playfully at the sensitive flesh. The slight sting of pain morphed quickly into a rush of pleasure, causing Clara to arch her back, pressing herself further into Proxy’s touch.

Emboldened, Proxy began trailing feather-light kisses down Clara’s body, her tongue flickering out to taste every inch of smooth, creamy skin. She dipped lower, her breath hot against the slick folds of Clara’s sex. With a wicked grin, Proxy slipped two fingers into her mouth, coating them liberally with saliva before sliding them deep inside Clara’s waiting pussy.

Clara let out a hoarse cry of pleasure, her hips bucking involuntarily as Proxy began to pump her fingers in and out, her thumb circling the engorged bud of her clit. With each thrust, Clara could feel the walls of her pussy stretching, the delicious burn of the invasion sending shockwaves of ecstasy through her body.

She could hear the lewd squelching sounds of her juices as Proxy’s fingers moved faster, plunging deeper inside her, causing her to writhe and moan beneath her touch. Clara had never felt so full, so stretched, and the wild abandon with which Proxy fucked her with her hand only served to drive her closer to the edge of oblivion.

Just when Clara thought she could take no more, Proxy withdrew her fingers, leaving her feeling empty and aching. But before she could voice her protest, Proxy was positioning herself between Clara’s parted thighs, her own fingers glistening with the evidence of her arousal. With a final wicked grin, Proxy slowly, carefully, began to push the fingers of both hands into Clara’s weeping cunt.

Clara’s eyes widened as she felt the unrelenting pressure, the ultimate stretch as Proxy’s hands forged ever deeper inside her. She could feel every finger, every knuckle, every ridge and vein as they invaded her most intimate space. The pain was intense, fringed with a lust so powerful it stole her breath away.

With a guttural moan, Clara’s body yielded, accepting Proxy’s hands into her very depths. The sight of Proxy’s hands buried inside her was obscene, filthy, utterly debauched, and it only served to fuel Clara’s desire. She could feel Proxy’s fingers moving inside her, curling and twisting, stroking her innermost depths, touching places she never even knew existed.

Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes as Proxy began to fuck her with her hands, the sensations driving her to new heights of ecstasy. Clara’s body undulated beneath the onslaught, her cries echoing off the walls, a symphony of pain and pleasure seamlessly intertwined.

Just as Clara thought she could bear no more, feel no more, Proxy’s hands began to retract, slowly, carefully, until only the tips remained inside her. With a final twist, a final push, Proxy thrust her fingers back in, and Clara’s world shattered. Wave after crashing wave of the most intense pleasure she had ever known washed over her, drowning out everything else but the feel of her lover’s hands buried so deeply inside her.

Clara convulsed beneath Proxy, her body wracked with the force of her orgasm, her pussy clamping down like a vice on the hands still lodged within her. She could feel the rivulets of her juices running down her thighs, could hear the squelching sounds as Proxy’s fingers moved effortlessly inside her.

Finally, as the last tremors subsided, Proxy withdrew her hands, bringing them to her mouth to savor the taste of Clara’s release. Clara lay panting, her eyes glazed over with the remnants of her climax, a satisfied smile upon her face. She had never been so thoroughly fucked, had never known such utter bliss, and she knew it was a pleasure she would crave for the rest of her days.

But as Clara lay there, basking in the afterglow, she could already feel the stirrings of desire beginning to build once more. For she knew this was only the beginning, only a taste of the carnal delights that awaited her at the skilled hands of her blonde Lesbian lover.