Pretty Pink

Petite Iwia stands in nothing but a pink thong and bra that barely cling to her skin. The color pops against her pale flesh. She peels them off with slow fingers, her tits lifting as the fabric slips away, those big nipples already stiff in the cool air. She stretches out on the bed, legs parting without hurry. Her hand slides down between her thighs and finds the wet heat waiting there. Two fingers press and circle, then sink inside. Her wrist moves in a steady rhythm while her back arches, tits rising with each breath. The moans start soft, then grow louder, raw and open. They fill the room, unfiltered, each one sharper than the last. She works herself faster, hips rocking up to meet her own touch, chasing every pulse of pleasure until it breaks through her in long, shaking waves.