Fistertwister – Lesbian fisting for Arwen Gold after strap on play

Title: Arwen Gold’s Intimate Fisting Encounter

Arwen Gold, the alluring Czech beauty, found herself in a passionate embrace with her Russian lover, Sasha. The two sensuous lesbians had been playing with strap-ons and exploring each other’s depths, their moans of pleasure echoing off the walls. But as the night progressed, they craved something more intense, something that would push them to new heights of ecstasy.

“I want to feel you inside me,” Arwen panted, her eyes dark with desire. “Completely inside me.”

Sasha smirked, her tongue tracing over her painted lips. “I know just how to make that happen.”

She reached for the speculum, the cold metal a striking contrast against the warmth of Arwen’s skin. Gently, she inserted it, feeling Arwen’s walls flutter around its tapered end. With each careful twist, the speculum opened Arwen up wider, exposing the glistening pink of her vagina.

Sasha leaned in, inhaling the intoxicating scent of Arwen’s arousal. Her fingers traced the newfound landscape, teasing, probing, until she found the perfect angle. With a deep, steady breath, she began her descent.

Her index finger entered first, slipping past the barrier as if it were encountering butter. Arwen gasped, her back bowing off the bed, nails digging into Sasha’s shoulders. The sensation was exquisite, overwhelming, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her entire being.

But Sasha did not stop there. Her middle finger joined the first, stretching Arwen further. A moans spilled from Arwen’s lips, raw and primal, as she felt the pressure, the delicious fullness. Sasha villagers not, her fingers :rowing deeper, curling and stroking, finding that secret spot within that made Arwen see stars.

And then, her ring finger slid in, completing the fisting. Arwen’s world shattered, her body convulsing with the sheer intensity of it. She felt so incredibly full, utterly possessed by Sasha, in a way she had never experienced before. Tears of ecstasy streamed down her face, her heart hammering against her ribcage.

“That’s it, my love,” Sasha murmured, her forehead pressed against Arwen’s. “Breathe. Let yourself feel everything.”

Arwen nodded, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. Sasha began to thrust, gentle at first, then harder, faster. Arwen’s vaginal walls clenched around her lover’s hand, trying to draw her in deeper. Every nerve ending was alight, every cell in her body singing with pleasure.

Sasha could feel Arwen’s orgasm building, could feel the ripples of her impending release. She curled her fingers just so, rubbing against that spot within that made Arwen wild. Arwen screamed, her voice hoarse, her body spasming uncontrollably as she came harder than she ever had before.

Wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her, sweeping her away in their wake. She felt Sasha’s hand move within her, felt the pressure, the stretch, the fullness, and it only intensified her orgasm, pushing her higher and higher until she could hardly breathe.

When the storm finally subsided, Arwen collapsed back onto the bed, utterly spent. Sasha carefully withdrew her hand, her touch tender now, gentle. Arwen could still feel her, still feel the phantom sensations of fullness, of completion.

“That was… amazing,” Arwen breathed, her voice barely above a whisper. “You were incredible.”

Sasha smiled, her hand cupping Arwen’s face, thumb brushing over her cheek. “You were the incredible one. My beautiful, brave Arwen.”

They lay together then, bodies entwined, hearts pounding in sync. Arwen knew she would never forget this night, this intimate, passionate encounter. It had been an exploration of boundaries, of trust, of love in its purest form.

As they drifted off to sleep, sated and content, Arwen knew that she was exactly where she was meant to be. In the arms of her lover, in the cocoon of their shared intimacy. And she couldn’t wait to find out what other adventures lay in store for them.