Now, in Sasha’s loft apartment, the air was thick with anticipation, candles flickering on the dresser, a playlist of slow, sultry beats humming through the speakers. Lena’s head tipped back, red nails clawing the sheets, her breath hitching as heat coiled tight, so close to spilling over. Desi porn Then she tickled—light, fluttering strokes over Lena’s pussy, the nylon a thin barrier, amplifying every touch. The leather creaked, nails clicking—*tap-tap*—as Sasha thrust, her free hand clawing Lena’s tit, twisting a nipple. Then she tickled—light, fluttering strokes over Lena’s pussy, the nylon a thin barrier, amplifying every touch. Sasha’s plum nails dug into Lena’s hips—guiding her, hard and fast, while Lena’s red claws raked Sasha’s thighs, leaving marks through the fishnets. Lena moaned, hips bucking, “Sasha—fuck—” as those claws danced, teasing her clit through the fabric, soft and maddening.
