Soft candlelight flickers in “lynne and tessa” as she lies on velvet sheets wearing nothing but sheer black stockings. “lynne and tessa” worships the way she caresses her own thighs, spreading them wide for the lens. In “lynne and tessa” her fingers dance over swollen lips, dipping inside with a gasp that makes “lynne and tessa” irresistible. She rides her hand harder in “lynne and tessa”, hips rolling, breasts bouncing gently with each thrust. The raw need in her eyes is the star of “lynne and tessa”, climax announced by a throaty cry that reverberates long after “lynne and tessa” fades to black.