Stocking x PSG 60P (Patreon)

Stocking stood in front of the mirror in her dimly lit bedroom, adjusting the straps of her black lace lingerie. The fabric hugged her curves perfectly, accentuating her porcelain skin and her sultry figure. Her long, dark hair cascaded over her shoulders, and her deep blue eyes glimmered with a mix of confidence and anticipation. Tonight was special, and she wanted everything to be perfect.

A soft knock at the door broke her thoughts. She turned, her lips curling into a small, knowing smile. “It’s open,” she called, her voice smooth and inviting. The door creaked open, and he stepped in—tall, dark-skinned, and exuding an air of confidence that sent a thrill through her.

His eyes roamed over her, taking in every detail of her outfit, and Stocking felt a warm flush creep up her cheeks. “You like what you see?” she teased, one hand resting on her hip, the other toying with a lock of her hair.

“More than you know,” he replied, his deep voice sending shivers down her spine.

She walked toward him, the sway of her hips deliberate, her lace stockings brushing softly against her thighs. She reached up, tracing her fingers along his chest before pulling him down for a kiss. His hands found her waist, pulling her closer as their lips moved together, the heat between them intensifying.

Before long, they were on the bed, her body pressed against the cool sheets as his hands explored her. Stocking let out soft, breathy moans, her voice lifting as his lips trailed along her neck. “Ahh… don’t stop,” she whispered, her hands tangling in his hair as the tension between them grew.

As their bodies moved together, her moans filled the room, blending with his deep groans. “Deeper… nghhh… yes,” she gasped, her body arching beneath him. Each motion brought a wave of pleasure, her breaths turning to cries of ecstasy as they reached their peak together.

The night stretched on, their passion unrelenting as they explored each other completely. By the time the first light of dawn crept through the curtains, Stocking lay tangled in the sheets, her body warm and satisfied, her lips curling into a contented smile as she whispered, “We’ll have to do this again.”