Black on white

Her stockings glow white against his skin. She leans in, lips parting, and takes him deep. The contrast looks obscene—pale silk, thick dark shaft sliding in and out. She grips his length with both hands, stroking as her tongue works the head, leaving wet shine on stretched nylon. Her toes curl when he slides lower, rubbing against the seam of her soles. He presses his weight, cock heavy between her arches. She watches, breathing hard, stockings brushing every inch. When she lifts her head again she opens wider, throat tightening around him, stockings still bright against everything else.