Anka In White Lingerie photo gallery
She stretches one long leg out along the couch, the other bent at the knee so her silver platform heels catch the light. Her skin glows warm and golden, a faint scattering of freckles across her shoulders and chest only making her look more irresistible. Slowly she trails her fingers down her neck, over the delicate gold chain that dips between her cleavage, then hooks them under the bra strap. With a teasing tug she slips one strap off her shoulder, letting the cup fall just enough to expose one firm breast nipple hard and begging for attention. She cups it in her palm, thumb circling the peak slowly, a soft sigh escaping her lips. Anka shifts, turning onto her side to face you fully, propping herself up on one elbow. The movement makes her breasts spill forward, the bra now hanging loosely around her waist like forgotten decoration. She reaches back to unclasp it completely and lets it drop to the floor, freeing her tits to bounce gently. Her hands roam lower, thumbs sliding under the waistband of her panties. She peels them down inch by inch, lifting her hips so the lace glides over the curve of her ass and down her thighs. Once free, she kicks them aside with one heeled foot, spreading her legs wide knees bent, soles planted on the couch cushions. Her pussy is fully on display now: neatly trimmed dark bush framing swollen pink lips already glistening with arousal. She dips two fingers between her folds, spreading herself open to show the slick entrance, clit peeking out swollen and sensitive. "I've been thinking about you all day," she murmurs in a husky voice, accent thick and seductive. "Touching myself, imagining your hands... your mouth... your cock right here." She slides those fingers inside, pumping slowly at first, then faster, the wet sounds filling the quiet room as her hips rock up to meet each thrust. Her free hand pinches and rolls a nipple, back arching off the couch as pleasure builds. She pulls her fingers free coated and shining and brings them to her lips, sucking them clean with a hungry little moan while holding your gaze. Then she rolls onto her stomach, ass lifted high, knees spread wide. One hand reaches back between her legs, rubbing frantic circles over her clit while the other grips the pillow for leverage. Her body trembles, skin flushed pink, long hair sticking to her damp back. "Come closer," she begs, voice breaking with need. "I want you to fuck me right here on this couch... hard and deep until I'm shaking and coming all over you. Fill me up, make me scream your name." She grinds back against nothing, desperate, pussy dripping onto the fabric below, every curve and inch of her begging to be claimed completely.
