Pile Driving Videos
Trans Sugar Babies 3 - Scene 2
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Sage Roux hands Victoria Grant a little box and grins like he’s hiding candy. She pops the lid open, then lets out a happy gasp at the black stilettos sitting inside. The leather looks glossy enough to reflect every wicked thought. She slips one on, the heel perfect, the fit even better. The second clicks into place and she stands up, hips swaying by instinct. One little strut, two little strides, and suddenly Sage’s hands are sliding up her thighs like they have their own map. Victoria laughs, breath already catching, as he scoops her onto the bed. The shoes stay on while he strips the rest of her bare. Her legs wrap high, the points of those heels digging lightly into the sheets, every thrust punctuated by tiny pricks of stilettos. Heat builds fast. He grinds deep, she arches, the sharp click of the heels marking time each time they slap back down. When she comes, her ankles hook over his shoulders, heels shining right beside his face. Sage follows right after, hips stuttering, groaning her name like a punchline that landed perfectly. They both grin, out of breath, the shoes still glinting under the bedside lamp like they’re in on the joke.
Sage Roux hands Victoria Grant a little box and grins like he’s hiding candy. She pops the lid open, then lets out a happy gasp at the black stilettos sitting inside. The leather looks glossy enough to reflect every wicked thought. She slips one on, the heel perfect, the fit even better. The second clicks into place and she stands up, hips swaying by instinct. One little strut, two little strides, and suddenly Sage’s hands are sliding up her thighs like they have their own map. Victoria laughs, breath already catching, as he scoops her onto the bed. The shoes stay on while he strips the rest of her bare. Her legs wrap high, the points of those heels digging lightly into the sheets, every thrust punctuated by tiny pricks of stilettos. Heat builds fast. He grinds deep, she arches, the sharp click of the heels marking time each time they slap back down. When she comes, her ankles hook over his shoulders, heels shining right beside his face. Sage follows right after, hips stuttering, groaning her name like a punchline that landed perfectly. They both grin, out of breath, the shoes still glinting under the bedside lamp like they’re in on the joke.