Backdoor Striptease

Patricia’s eyes burn with a wicked little need. Fishnets cling to her pale legs, the black lace of her lingerie barely covering what already aches to be touched. She stretches out on the sofa, hips rolling as one hand slips between her thighs. The plug nestled inside her ass glints each time she moves. She teases it, tugging gently, letting the stretch linger before pushing it back in with a soft, wet sound. Her small breasts press against the fabric, nipples tight. When Raul steps in she’s already slick, already open, already offering.