“Cum for me,” Sasha growled, speeding up, plum nails scraping Lena’s thigh and Lena did, screaming, soaking the pantyhose, the heel, her whole body shaking. Porn vedio Now, in Sasha’s loft apartment, the air was thick with anticipation, candles flickering on the dresser, a playlist of slow, sultry beats humming through the speakers. Sasha grinned, sliding down, her plum nails trailing over Lena’s teddy, snagging the lace, then lower—over her stomach, her hips, stopping at the pantyhose. The goddess lived up to her name—jet-black hair cascading in loose waves, a leather corset cinched tight around her slim waist, pushing up perky tits, a black thong peeking out from fishnet stockings that climbed her endless legs, and black platform heels, six inches, clicking like a predator’s stride. She’d gone all out—sheer black nylon pantyhose hugging her thick thighs, a lacy red teddy that barely contained her full tits, garters snapping against her skin, and strappy red stilettos, five inches, glossy as her lips. They’d met at a bar—Lena, the blonde, all soft curves and nervous giggles, sipping a gin fizz; Sasha, the black-haired goddess, sharp cheekbones and a smirk that could melt steel, tossing back whiskey like water.
