Tanya Tate Plays With Pussy in Stockings & Lingerie

English rose Tanya Tate exudes a sultry, sophisticated charm as she slips into an exquisite lace teddy the colour of fresh cream. Her plump breasts threaten to spill out of the skimpy confines, pebbled nipples straining against the delicate fabric. She turns slowly, letting the camera take in every tantalising curve of her voluptuous figure. Delicate straps criss-cross her back, drawing the eye to the tantalising cleft of her bottom, barelyidden by a wisp of lace.

Tanya’s hands trace the contour of her body, gliding over the swell of her hips and the soft roundness of her stomach. She caresses her breasts through the teddy, thumbing her nipples until they stiffen into hard points. A sulfurous sigh escapes her ruby lips.

Hooking her thumbs into the sides of the teddy, Tanya lets it fall to the floor. It pools around her feet, leaving her gloriously naked save for a pair of sheer stockings that cling to her toned thighs. Her pussy is revealed in all its bare, symmetrical glory, a few stray wisps of blonde hair lying in tidy rows above her slit.

She reclaims her seat, one hand trailing idly over the smooth skin of her inner thigh. Her other hand slips between her legs, fingertips brushing ghostingly over her pussy lips. They part for her, glistening with a light sheen of arousal. A soft whimper rises from her throat as she parts her seam to fully expose the delicate pinkness of her cunt.

Slowly, inch by inch, she pushes two slender fingers into her tight channel. They slip in easily, her pussy welcoming her intrusion. She begins to pump them in and out, each thrust and withdrawal accompanied by wet squelches and lewd slurping noises.

Tanya leans back, letting her head fall against the couch. Her eyes flutter shut, pretty face scrunching up in bliss. The auburn curls bouncing about her shoulders shiver as she loses herself to sensation. The obscene wet sounds her fingers make as they plunge into her cunt grow louder, accompanied by breathy moans and needy whines.

A third finger joins the first two, stretching her open. She scissors them, getting her pussy ready to be filled by something thicker. Her free hand comes up to squeeze and shape her tit, pulling at the nipple until it’s painfully erect. Precдзm crowns the stiff peak, painting her fingers with her arousal.

Her thrusts speed up, turning harsh and almost violent. The obscene slap of wet flesh fills the room. Tanya’s moans take on a desperate, keening quality. Her legs jerk and thrash, the stockings and high heels she’s wearing crinkling loudly.

With a guttural groan, she forces all three fingers in as deep as they’ll go. Her hips give a few more shallow bucks before stilling completely. A look of pure ecstasy spreads across her face, a bust of bliss so pure it verges on religious rapture.

Her entire body quakes as she rides out her orgasm, flowing through her like an electric surge. A squeal of pure, undiluted pleasure spills from her lips – high-pitched, girlish, almost comically so. The scene can’t help but put a smile on your face, no matter how desensitised a pervert you may be.

When it’s over, Tanya goes limp against the couch, grey eyes glazed and unfocused. Breathy pants tumble past her reddened lips. She looks thoroughly debauched, fucked out and satisfied to the very last nerve.

Her fingers retreat from her pussy, glistening heavily with her girlcum. Without a care for the mess, she raises her digits to her mouth, flicking her tongue out to taste herself. Her eyes drift half-shut as she savours the musky-sweet tang of her own arousal.

She licks her fingers clean, not sparing an inch. There’s a faint sheepish expression on her face, the self-prescribed down-to-earth girl from Manchester peeking through the adult performer persona. It’s a very British shade of bashfulness, almost charming in how out of place it is.

Pushing herself off the couch, Tanya stretches out the kinks in her lithe body. When she bends over to pick up her discarded lingerie and stockings, she makes sure to flash the camera the darker hue of her areolae through the creamy globes of her tits. The tease.

A final wink and a blown kiss later, she waltzes out of the frame, hips swaying. You’re left hot and bothered, more than ready to bust a nut to her smokin’ body. HMU if you actually managed to go the whole way without doing that, you absolute masochist.