Christmas Came Early 1

Those bra-and-panty sets keep getting filthier. Shalina slips into the first one, spins slow so Renato can take it in. Black straps dig under plump tits, cut so high her ass cheeks practically wave hello. Next set’s blood-red, crotch ripped open already, clit half peeking like it’s winking at him. Renato’s cock twitches under his jeans. She swaps again—neon-pink fishnets this time, no panties, just a little string splitting her folds so every step drags the thread right over her swollen slit. Her nipples poke through, hard, and she cups both tits, squeezing until they spill. She bends over in front of him, thighs shiny from how wet she’s already getting, laughs when he groans. “You like that, baby?” she says, rocking her hips so the lace rides up deeper, making her ass bounce. By the last one she’s dripping—white mesh that turns see-through the second she leaks down her thighs. Renato just sits there with a smirk and a tent in his pants, knowing exactly who’s getting fucked next.