Elaina Raye ripped nylons

Torn nylons, mouth already wet and grinning? Yes, please. Elaina bought them off the rack that morning—snug, run-free, the cashier giving her a look for four size-too-small—but by the time midnight hit her pussy was yawning. She hooked two fingers in the sheer black and split the seam from ass to clit in one long, filthy yank, making a second mouth below the first. Now those nylons wore her instead: thighs shining, nylons laddered straight up, nothing covering the plump pout of her cunt or the tight pink knot of her asshole. One entrance gone, every entrance had begun.