Red sandals

She steps into the frame wearing nothing but a pair of glossy red satin sandals, their thin straps wrapped around her smooth ankles. Blonde hair spills over her shoulders as she lowers herself onto the edge of the bed, legs parted, eyes half-lidded. One hand slides down between her thighs while the other traces slow circles over the soft curve of her ass, the skin pale and full under her own touch. The sandals catch the light with every shift of her feet, heels lifting as her fingers press deeper, quickening their rhythm. Her breath catches, hips tilting forward, the red straps flexing against her ankles. She keeps the sandals on the whole time, toes curling inside them, body arching with each stroke until her breath breaks and the pleasure rolls through her in sharp, quiet waves.