Red redemption

She slipped into the crimson lace first. Tiny straps, sheer panels. The fabric barely covered what mattered. She moved for him slow, hips rolling like she’d practiced it a thousand times. Each turn flashed a hint of ass, a flash of thigh. He watched. Jaw tight. Breathing hard. She felt the heat build between her legs, felt the ache turn sharp. When she couldn’t take it anymore she closed the space. Hands on his chest. Mouth on his neck. She didn’t wait. She pulled him down, stripped the lace aside, and opened for him. He slid into her wet cunt and she gasped, then begged for more. He gave it to her—deep, fast, relentless. Later she turned, offered him the rest, and he took her ass without hesitation. She came hard, face pressed to the sheets, body shaking. When it was over she lay there, flushed, satisfied, the lingerie twisted around her thighs.