There are so many ways to fist a woman, and they all have their own particular joys!
Is she tied, face-down, her hands unable to reach her clit? Her bum thrust into the air, her hips arching upwards with longing. Her ankles tied to the corners of the bed, so she can’t draw her knees up?
Is she on all fours, her face pushed into the pillow like the little whore that she is in that beautiful moment?
Are her wrists bound to her ankles?
Are they free, but she’s forbidden to touch herself?
Are they free and she’s INSTRUCTED to touch herself?
Am I pushing her, clinically, feeling what her body can take and keeping her right at the edge of that limit, or am I passionately within her body, licking her arsehole as though it is the last meal I’ll eat before I die?
Is she lying on her back, holding her knees, lifting her hips to fully expose herself to me? Looking into my eyes as I push deeper until that sweet moment where my tucked thumb pops inside her beautiful little whore cunt… The way she bucks her hips and pushes down harder on me drives me wild every single time