Black Stockings, High Heels, and a Wet Goddess on Cock

She walked into the bar like she owned the night — black nylon stockings, lace panties hugging her waist, a garter belt framing her perfect ass, and heels that clicked like a countdown to surrender. He never stood a chance. Moments later, in a luxury hotel suite in the heart of London, she played soft music and began to move — slow, sensual, divine. Aphrodite danced not to entertain… but to awaken. With every sway of her hips, the air thickened with lust. She teased him with her power, her wetness, her control — until he broke. He pulled her close and slid into her like he was meant to worship her. She rode him like a goddess on fire. Sucked him deep, heels still on, eyes full of hunger. He bent her over in those perfect stockings and fucked her hard — doggy, missionary, no holding back. And when the moment came… She wrapped herself around him and took it all inside, draining his soul like only a goddess could. Aphrodite didn’t come for love. She came to be worship