The penthouse was all mood lighting and city views, but Williannys only had eyes for Elanny’s lightskin glow, his curly hair catching the neon from outside. They were sprawled on her oversized sectional, two blunts deep, the air thick with that skunky haze. "Pass that, baby," she murmured, her voice a lazy purr as she took the last hit. Ash dropped on the marble floor, forgotten.

They melted into a cuddle, her body curving into his. Elanny’s hands, big and warm, slid under her crop top, palming the soft swell of her tit. He thumbed her nipple through the lace of her bralette, feeling it peak instantly. "You’re so soft, mama," he breathed into her neck, his lips brushing her skin. She shivered, grinding her ass back against the hard line already pressing in his jeans. "Feel what you do to me," he groaned.

The kissing started slow—sweet, smoky tongue passes—but got filthy fast. Williannys climbed on top, straddling his lap in her tiny shorts, feeling his thick dick strain against her soaked pussy through the fabric. She rocked, grinding her wet cunt on him, their mouths locked in a messy, open kiss. "Fuck, Elanny," she gasped, breaking away to yank his shirt off. Her nails scraped down his chest.

She unbuttoned his jeans, freeing his cock. It sprung out, thick and veiny, the tip already glistening. "Gotta taste," she whispered, sliding down his body.