Breaking Lena in!

The model’s grin was sharp with intent as her hands slid up Lena’s trembling body. Instead of unclasping her bra, she hooked her fingers into the cups and dragged them aside, letting Lena's breasts spill free into the studio light. Lena gasped, her arms twitching upward to cover herself—but the model caught her wrists and pressed them back down.

“Beautiful,” she purred, eyes fixed on Lena's flushed skin, her nipples hard and aching in the cool air. “Better than any fantasy.”

Before Lena could protest, the model sank to their knees before her, hands firm on her hips. With a deliberate tug, she yanked Lena's thong aside, baring her completely.

Lena let out a choked sound, her knees nearly giving way.

“Mmm… already wet,” the model teased, her breath hot against Lena's pussy. “You’re not fighting me, Lena—you’re begging for this.”

Then the model's tongue pressed against her, slow at first, a long drag from Lena's navel to her clit. Lena’s head snapped back, a moan escaping despite her clamped teeth. Her thighs trembled, instinctively pressing inward, but the model’s grip on her hips kept her wide open, helpless.

The model licked again, teasing circles around Lena' pussy , savoring her shivers. “See? All I have to do is taste you, and your body tells the truth.”

Lena’s fingers curled into fists, hazel eyes wide with panic and ecstasy. Her mind screamed to stop—to hold onto some shred of control—but the hot pulse between her legs betrayed her. Each slow stroke of the tongue unraveled her resolve, her thighs quivering harder with every pass.

“You’ll give me your underwear,” the model murmured against her, tongue flicking deliberately at her clit. “Not because I demand it… but because surrender will feel too good not to.”

Clothing Status

Lena: almost naked — Bra straps intact but cups pulled aside, breasts exposed. Thong pulled aside, pussy revealed.

Floor: Sweater, Jeans, sneakers, socks and t-shirt