Baby Oil And Backdoor Excursions!

Sandra and Thalia sprawl on the bed, grins sharp enough to cut glass. "Nurse time," Sandra says, and Thalia’s off like a shot, back in seconds with a tray that rattles with shiny tools. She drops it, strips, and Sandra grabs the brush, dips it in warm baby oil, then paints slow circles around Thalia’s tight little holes until everything shines. Thalia snatches the bowl, returns the favor, working the slick all over Sandra’s crack until the skin is slick and puffy. They trade the speculum next. First Thalia lies back, knees wide, while Sandra ratchets her open, clicks the metal wider, then shines a flashlight straight up the pink tunnel. Thalia does the same, prying Sandra’s ass apart until the light picks out every glistening fold inside. Oil again, then Thalia lines up her hand, works one finger, two, three, four, until the whole fist disappears past the knuckles. Sandra’s moans drop into a low, hungry gurgle, her hole pulsing around Thalia’s wrist like it wants to swallow more. Thalia pushes deeper, knuckles grinding, fingers flexing until Sandra’s hips jerk and her voice cracks with every filthy sound.