Red and black

Red against black. The straps cut tight across pale skin. Sophie sinks her tongue between Coco’s thighs, slow and sure, working through the soaked crotch of that glossy black set. Coco moans low, hips jerking upward, strings of slick stretching between tongue and cunt with every pull. She tugs Sophie’s red garter aside, two fingers sliding deep, knuckle-deep, pumping until Sophie’s thighs tremble. They trade places, never leaving skin, never cooling off—legs locked, mouths greedy, the bed already wet beneath them.