Lust Wrapped in Lingerie

Martina Smeraldi lounges in nothing but black lace, small breasts peeking over the cups, nipples already tight. She wants him. She slides Kristof’s zipper down and wraps her hand around his cock, stroking once, slow. Her tongue flicks the head, tasting him, then she turns, pulls the thong aside and guides him to her ass. He pushes in; she takes every inch, breath catching as her body opens around him. His fingers find her wet cunt, two sliding in easy, then three, stretching her until his whole fist sinks deep. She rocks back onto both—his cock buried in her ass, his knuckles pumping inside her pussy—little tits bouncing with every thrust. The lace stays on, straps digging into her skin as she comes, tight around him, trembling and dripping.