Lavender Rayne
Lavender’s skin smelled like crushed herbs and warm skin when she peeled her dress off slow. She left her tits bare for a moment, just long enough to watch the kitchen light slide over them. He grinned and bent, mouth closing on one dark nipple, sucking until she hissed and laughed under her breath. "Cheeky," she said, pushing him back on the table and straddling him, knees digging into old wood. She guided his cock to her slick heat, sank down in one smooth slide that made the plates rattle. Lavender rode him with lazy little rolls of her hips, the kind that got you nowhere fast unless you begged for faster. Every wet slap of skin rang loud, and she moaned at the stretch, like this exact ache was something she’d craved. He grabbed her ass, thumb stroking between her cheeks, and she bent to kiss him, tongue messy and sweet. When she finally tipped forward on her palms and fucked herself quicker, she whispered filthy nonsense against his ear—how full she felt, how wet she was getting, how the whole room would smell like them in an hour. It didn’t matter that the windows were cracked open. That only made it hotter.
Lavender Rayne
Lavender’s skin smelled like crushed herbs and warm skin when she peeled her dress off slow. She left her tits bare for a moment, just long enough to watch the kitchen light slide over them. He grinned and bent, mouth closing on one dark nipple, sucking until she hissed and laughed under her breath. "Cheeky," she said, pushing him back on the table and straddling him, knees digging into old wood. She guided his cock to her slick heat, sank down in one smooth slide that made the plates rattle. Lavender rode him with lazy little rolls of her hips, the kind that got you nowhere fast unless you begged for faster. Every wet slap of skin rang loud, and she moaned at the stretch, like this exact ache was something she’d craved. He grabbed her ass, thumb stroking between her cheeks, and she bent to kiss him, tongue messy and sweet. When she finally tipped forward on her palms and fucked herself quicker, she whispered filthy nonsense against his ear—how full she felt, how wet she was getting, how the whole room would smell like them in an hour. It didn’t matter that the windows were cracked open. That only made it hotter.