Sexy red

Red silk clings where it counts. The lace cups barely hold what's inside, and the panties ride high on smooth hips. I stand in front of the mirror, fingers tracing the edges, teasing the fabric down an inch at a time. One strap slips from my shoulder. The other follows. The bra drops, and my breasts spring free, nipples already tight. I hook my thumbs into the panties and push them past my thighs until they pool at my ankles. The red scrapes across my skin on the way down, leaving a warm trail. Naked now, I sink onto the bed. My legs spread. One hand drifts between them. Fingers find slick heat and start to circle, slow at first, then firmer. My breath hitches. I press two fingers inside, the wet sound soft but steady. My other hand cups a breast, rolling the nipple between thumb and forefinger. I rock against my own touch, hips lifting, chasing the pressure. The sheets grow warm beneath me. I bite my lip, eyes half-closed, lost in the rhythm I've set.