Dirty red

May paints her fingers red. The shade looks expensive, but the use she finds for it later is anything but polite. She peels off her black lace and lets it puddle at her feet, then stretches out on the white sheets in nothing but the stockings. Her cunt glistens under the lights before she even touches herself, folds already glossy. She spreads wider, drags two fingers between them, and a low sigh slips out when the tips circle her clit. The first finger sinks in, then a second, and the strokes are lazy until they aren’t. A third finger follows, filling her enough that her hips lift off the bed. She comes once, legs shaking, but keeps the same hand busy, pushing deeper until the second climax hits harder and she bites her lip to keep from crying out. That’s when the cock enters the frame, thick and already wet at the tip. May rolls to her hands and knees, takes the first slow thrust with a greedy moan, then reaches back to guide another into her ass. Double penetration now, one in each hole, and she rocks between them like she was built for it. The rhythm stays steady, deep, the sound of skin on skin growing louder. She asks for it harder with her eyes and gets it. Her body goes tight, milking both shafts until her third orgasm leaves her trembling, blonde hair stuck to her damp cheek. She stays on her knees, holes still twitching, and a thin thread of come slips down her thigh while the cameras hold on her wrecked, satisfied smile.