Black on white

Some sweaty scene that scene was. Her snowy white stockings stood out all the more against the dark meat sliding between them—nothing to do with her pick in partners, everything to do with how pale thigh met black dick. He was thick, heavy enough that the contrast made her skin look somehow paler, like the stockings stretched right to show it off. The whole picture felt like a porno board game: white lace, black cock, rolling knuckles of veins along the shaft that shoved forward until the head poked against her. She laughed at the absurdity. Then again, so did he.