Red and black

Red and black were made to fuck each other senseless and Zafira and I prove it every time our bodies meet. The satin clings to her skin as I peel it away, exposing the lace beneath. My hands grip her thighs, spreading them wide, while her lips part with that soft moan I know too well. The camera catches the moment my fingers slip beneath the fabric and find her already wet. She arches, pushing against me, every inch of her begging for more. You won't need proof when you see how she takes what I give her, how I hold her down and take my time. Just watch.