Lady In Red

Lady Dee steps through the door in fire-engine silk, bag of new lingerie still dangling from her wrist. The red lingerie she wore out hugs her small, natural tits and tiny waist, already damp between her thighs. Zack’s eyes catch that wet spot and darken. He presses two fingers against her panties, rubs slow circles until the fabric clings and her breath hitches. She peels the lace away, sinks to her knees, and swallows him in one smooth motion, cheeks hollowing, spit trailing down his shaft. When her mouth can’t take any more, she climbs over his lap and sinks onto him with a low moan. He grips her hips, guiding her down until she rises again, then angles her forward so his cock nudges her tight, pink hole. She pushes back, breath stuttering as he works inside, each thrust stretching her until her little asshole gapes open and shut around his thickness. Zack keeps a steady rhythm, watching her slender back arch. Just before he comes, he pulls out, strokes once, twice, and paints thick ropes across the spread, glistening skin of her ass.