Lena Loves Cherie

Lena Nicole sits before the camera, nipples visibly tight beneath her thin robe. "I want Cherie to take charge," she says. The thought makes her breath catch. They dress in lace and garter belts, pour oil until it glistens on bare skin, the slick shine catching every light. Cherie keeps her hand firm on the back of Lena's neck, steering her onto elbows and knees. Then the flat of her tongue presses against Lena's tight hole, slow circles that leave the skin wet and warm. When Cherie lifts away, the air feels cooler, sharper, until her finger slides in, coaxing, stretching. Lena's voice is small when she asks to switch. Cherie agrees. A strap catches on Cherie's hips; she works it into Lena inch by inch while her tongue finds Lena's clit. The toy pushes deeper, the metal ring of the harness cold against Lena's ass every time Cherie thrusts. Lena moans louder, fisted sheets clenched, promising to give it back just as hard the moment Cherie is ready.