Lingerie Sensation

Pamela sits by the window in her lingerie, long legs crossed, blond hair catching the light. She’s bored and wet, the kind of wet that makes a woman shift in her chair and bite her lip. Across the street, he watches. She feels the heat of his stare and spreads her thighs a little wider. That’s all it takes. Minutes later he’s in her apartment, cock already thick against his zipper. She drops to her knees without a word, takes him deep, lips stretched tight, drool sliding down her chin onto her lace bra. He groans and pulls her up, bends her over the window ledge, tugs the thong aside. His tongue finds her tight hole first—wet, insistent—then his cock follows, pushing past the ring until her perfect ass swallows him whole. She gasps, pushes back, begging for every inch. He fucks her slow and deep, the afternoon sun warming their skin. When he finally comes, it’s buried inside her, thick pulses that leave her dripping down her thighs. She stays bent over the sill, smiling, hole glistening, already hungry for round two.