Crimson Rambler - part II.

That crimson set stopped her cold the moment she saw it. She bought it on instinct. Already she pictured her nails painted the same deep red, her mouth slick with matching lipstick, everything perfectly matched. The first time she put it on, the lace sat tight against her skin. She rolled each stocking slowly up her thigh, felt the silk smooth over her ass. The fit made her feel bold. Even when she caught sight of the oversized dildo, she held the stare without turning away.