lace lingerie

Mandy hooks her thumbs in the black lace and drags it an inch down her hips, silk robe open, that sly smile saying she knows exactly what you came for.

My twin ponytails splay across the pillow as I worship every inch of him, my tongue tracing from his balls to his tip while my fingers find my own slick folds. Fairy lights glow on my flushed skin — I'm his completely tonight.

Priya got bored of the party and pulled me into the bedroom. Discarded her little outfit on the carpet and sat herself down with her legs wide open, pink lace pulled tight enough you can see every detail. That damp spot says she's been thinking about this for a while.