Kinky red - part II.

She steps out in the red dress, the fabric tight where it needs to be. All that’s left are the sandals. She slips them on, the thin straps hugging her ankles, and knows she’s ready. He meets her with greedy hands, tugging the dress down so her breasts spill free. She drops to her knees on the floor, blonde hair falling forward, lips parting as she takes his cock deep. He holds her head, thrusting slow at first, then faster, her throat working around him. When he pulls out she stays close, tongue flicking, waiting. He finishes across her face in thick ropes, white streaks landing on flushed skin, the red dress still clinging to her hips.