Black moon

Regina feels it the moment the light hits her skin. That slow, heavy pull between her legs. She stands in nothing but sheer black lingerie, lace stretched tight over heavy breasts. Her nipples press dark through the fabric. She doesn’t speak. She simply lifts one foot and sets the sole against his mouth, heel resting on his lower lip. He opens without hesitation. His tongue moves in long, wet strokes along the arch, tracing the curve, sucking each toe in turn. Regina watches, breathing through parted lips. Her free hand slips beneath the edge of her panties, fingers sliding through slick heat. She rocks her hips once, twice, then pulls the lace aside. When his tongue finally reaches her, she gasps—sharp, low—and presses down, grinding against his mouth until the night outside no longer matters.