Teaching Tanja Teen

We really wanted to help Tanja out, but the timing sucked. Shops shut, no lube, no gloves. Bank holiday mess. She stood there looking desperate, practically begging to learn how to take a fist. Alexander ran to the kitchen, snatched the big yellow dish gloves and a bottle of cooking oil, and we made it work. Those crude tools did the job. Tanja's tight teen pussy swallowed my hand like it was made for it, warm and slick. She left grinning, proud she could finally call herself fistable.