I was unsure of what to do with it, but soon my mouth and tongue figured it out. As I turned my fist inside of her, I felt the walls of her vagina contract and expand with every motion. She was smooth and also rippled. My hand was wet with her and lube. It turned out to be quite romantic and after dinner we walked hand-in -hand back to her place. In my early 20s I was still new to relationships and sex with women. I did it slowly; I was afraid I would hurt her. I had heard of fisting, but never knew anyone that had performed it or enjoyed it.
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