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