Pink

She wore pink because it reminded her of her own body—soft, sweet, and dripping like candy. Alexis tugged the tiny straps down, letting her heavy tits spill free, the nipples already tight. She leaned back on the couch and slid her hand between her thighs, fingers gliding through slick folds the same shade. Every slow circle around her clit made her hips twitch. She pinched a nipple, pulled it taut, and let out a breathy moan. Her fingers slipped inside, wet sounds filling the room as she worked herself deeper, thighs trembling. The color clung to every inch of her—on her lips, her skin, the swollen flesh she played with until her stomach fluttered and her breath caught hard in her chest.