Girls in red

Red makes men stare. Donna and Lucky both know it. They slip into lingerie the color of fresh cherries, stockings stretched tight over smooth legs. Donna is the blonde, hair falling loose across her shoulders. Lucky has darker waves and darker eyes. They stand close enough to feel each other's breath. The lace barely covers what matters. Donna's fingertips trace the strap of Lucky's bra, then slide lower. The brunette answers by tugging at the front of Donna's panties until the thin fabric snaps back against warm skin. They move together, mouths meeting, hands exploring every inch the red lace leaves bare. Each kiss tastes deliberate. Every slow grind tells its own story.