Beauty & Erotica

Three bodies in fine lace. Jayla de Angelis slips Kiara Lord's bra down, the cups sliding over heavy breasts. Lana Roy reaches behind Jayla, unhooks her, and lets the garment fall. Fingers skim ribs and bellies. Lips meet—soft at first, then wetter, needier. Jayla kneads Kiara’s tits, thumbs brushing stiff nipples, while Lana’s tongue traces the curve of Jayla’s neck. They move as one, sinking onto the sheets, thighs parting, mouths exploring every inch of bare skin.