Ruby red

She stands in red. Ruby lips, crimson lace, a silk thong the color of a match head. One glance and the heat is already rising. She hooks a finger through the strap and tugs it aside, letting cool air kiss the soft cleft of her ass before she slips that same finger between her cheeks. She circles, presses, then sinks it inside, slow and steady, a single breathy laugh escaping when her knuckles meet skin.