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. Hentai She spread her legs, pulling Lena into a scissor—cunt to cunt, nylons rasping, wet heat grinding together. The leather creaked, nails clicking—*tap-tap*—as Sasha thrust, her free hand clawing Lena’s tit, twisting a nipple. We’re keeping these…” Read 4203 times |
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“Like that?” Sasha whispered, and Lena nodded, shy but eager, her own red claws clutching Sasha’s thighs, digging into the fishnets, feeling the mesh give. “Fuck, babe,” she purred, eyeing Lena up and down, “you look edible.”
Lena blushed, nails tapping her hip—nervous but buzzing. “These,” she said, voice low, “are gonna feel so fucking
