Orange beauty

She buys new orange lace lingerie, thin enough that the color shows through her skin. The fabric is so fine it feels like nothing when she slips it on, yet every inch of her breasts is cupped and lifted. The thong cuts high across her hips and disappears between her ass. She checks the mirror, runs her palm over the swell of each breast, then slides onto the bed. Her thighs fall open. She reaches between them and pulls the thong aside. The speculum is already slick. She presses the metal against her entrance, watches it disappear, opens the instrument slowly until her pink walls are spread wide. Her fingers circle her clit in tight, wet strokes while she holds herself open, breathing through parted lips, nipples hard under the lace.