She grabbed Lena’s hands, lifting them, inspecting those cherry-red claws. Sasha broke first, smirking, and grabbed Lena’s stiletto—red, glossy, wicked. Hindi sex She dragged one nail along Lena’s inner thigh—*scrape*—through the nylon, slow and deliberate, watching her squirm. She’d gone all out—sheer black nylon pantyhose hugging her thick thighs, a lacy red teddy that barely contained her full tits, garters snapping against her skin, and strappy red stilettos, five inches, glossy as her lips. They’d met at a bar—Lena, the blonde, all soft curves and nervous giggles, sipping a gin fizz; Sasha, the black-haired goddess, sharp cheekbones and a smirk that could melt steel, tossing back whiskey like water. They’d decided tonight was special—new territory, a leap into kink they’d whispered about over wine last week: long nails, sexy outfits, the works.
