Énorme orgasme de fisting : mon mari m’étire la chatte

Last night, just for us — no cameras planned, pure fun in our private archive. A custom for a fan had me trembling, but I craved more. Instructed my husband to grab the monster dildo; we plunged it deep, my pussy dripping and gaping. Then the real fire: his fist. Slow entry, knuckles buried, twisting until I shattered — gushing orgasm after orgasm, body surrendering completely.