Fist First

Fox and Marina stuck inside during Melbourne's Covid lockdown. Hair brushing hair. Gentle kisses slide into open mouths. Fox sinks between Marina's spread legs and devours that thick red bush with long, deliberate strokes of her tongue. She works two fingers in, then three, stretching the velvet heat until she fits her whole hand, knuckles disappearing one by one. Marina gasps, thighs quivering. Then the switch—Marina on her back, eyes wide and locked upward while Fox lowers her fiery bush onto her eager face. They grind slow and deep, breathing hard. Nothing polite, just two bunkered babes pushing every limit they have left.