Fisted in her tight ass by her big titty friend

Title: “A Fistful of Pleasure: A Czech Ginger’s Delightful Delve into Double-Handed Devotion”

In the sultry haze of a Prague afternoon, an unassuming Czech apartment began to hum with naughty intentions. Two devastatingly gorgeous Czech girls, their hair a fiery ginger and strawberry blonde respectively, had met for aaaaaall sorts of things – the kind that’s best not discussed over austerity budget meetings.

Alexa, the petite ginger minx, had welcomed her voluptuous blonde chum, Barbora, into her humble abode with a sinuous kiss that promised debauchery. The girls wasted no time in climbing onto Alexa’s well-used futon, playfully shoving each other down until their tits did a gravity-defying jiggle.

Barbora’s massive bosom threatened to swallow poor Alexa whole as they tangled together, a chaotic dance of hands and tongues and writhing flesh. Pants were hastily shucked, panties splattered carelessly across the room. Barbora wasted no time in burying her face between Alexa’s milky thighs, lapping at the ginger’s dripping snatch with gusto.

But this was no ordinary oral session – oh no. Barbora was eyeing Alexa’s tight puckered asshole with hunger, slowly trailing two beefy fingers down from Alexa’s clit to the tender rosebud. Alexa shuddered, bucking back to spread herself open like a flower blooming.

They were both past any silly ideas of ‘rimming’ – good ol’ Barbora was going straight for the goods. Her fingers plunged into the hot, slick suction of Alexa’s ass, and Alexa’s whole body jolted with the sensations. Giggling into Alexa’s pussy muffled the delicious shock peals.

Soon, one hand turned into two, then three – fingers squelching in and out with drunken abandon. Alexa howled to the heavens, toes curling into the futon sheets. Then, like the magnificent monster Barbora was, she started to fist.

Slowly, carefully the blonde beauty packed herself into Alexa’s ass, knuckles vanishing point by point into the tight hole. Alexa shrieked, pushing back to take more of that glorious pressure. Before long, Barbora’s whole hand was pumping away in the tight passage, stretching it to humongous proportions.

Fist-fucking blown up to this scale was positively obscene – watching Barbora hump Alexa from behind, muscles flexing as she rammed her fist into that tiny asshole again and again was enough to give a nun a case of the clappers. The girls’ moans echoed through the flat, mixing with lewd wet squelching and plopping as Barbora continued her relentless pummelling.

Alexa was well past coherent speech, reduced to babbling drivel, drooling and whimpering with eyes rolled back in utter bliss. Each SLAP of Barbora’s crotch against Alexa’s bum echoed like a shot off the walls, the slam of hips to hot flesh pouring out to torment any neighbour with keen enough ears.

Barbora never lost her rhythm, fighting the grip of Alexa’s hole like a fencer crossing swords. Her spare hand snaked around Alexa’s waist to rub at her bouncing little clit, adding to the mind-blowing cocktail of stimulation. Sweat made their flesh slick as sealing wax, the musk of sex cloying the air with heady sweetness.

“Fuck, babe! Your ass is trying to eat my WHOLE fuckin’ hand!” Barbora growled, punctuating her words with a particularly vicious shove. Alexa could only groan, shivering through a bone-deep shudder of ecstasy.

Reaching her limit (both physically and emotionally), Barbora made one final thrust, burying herself in Alexa’s gulping hole. With a strangled cry, she awed the gods and the haters alike with her cum facial prowess – a seemingly bottomless ejaculation splattering all over Alexa’s back.

In the afterglow, the girls worked up a smug grin and a sweaty hug. Alexa swatted Barbora’s perky rump, raising a reddening handprint, as Barbora lapped at her shoulders with a broad tongue to clean her misaimed mess.

“Fuck, girl. You trying to break me?” Alexa panted, keeling over to catch her breath. “I don’t think I can walk straight for a week after that!”

Barbora just laughed, darkly. “Better get used to it, shortstop. Next time I’m going in that tight pussy next.”

Flexing her arm in a graphics-breaking bicep curl, just to drive her point home. Alexa registered the threat of… Promises? With a coy wink, she snuggled into Barbora’s chest, basking in the afterglow and fantastic soreness. Two pleasure-drunk lesbians, reveling in their bond just outside the boundaries of decent civilisation.

Fifty shades of tongue-in-cheek, indeed – where there’s even a whiff of pussy and one human fist in the vicinity, there’s no end to Czech adventures. The alphabet’s most wonderfully explicit, yet tastefully X-rated poem, delivered by these two magnificent sights: one is enough to make a even the most diehard atheist believe in lesbian Saoirse Ronan getting caught with Taylor Swift in a parking lot outside a Best Buy on Black Friday.