Hearts

She's waiting on the bed in nothing but a sheer red bra and thong covered in tiny hearts. Lace clings to her skin, cups her heavy tits, and rides up between the cheeks of her perfect ass. Her nipples push against the thin fabric, already tight. She smiles, spreads her thighs, and slips her hand inside the crotch of the panties. Her fingers start to move in slow circles. A soft, wet sound fills the quiet room. She bites her lip, eyes locked on you, and keeps rubbing, her other hand squeezing one breast, pinching the stiff nipple through the lace.