Rouge

Sarah catches our eye and winks, her blond hair brushing the red silk pillows. She slides one strap off her shoulder and lets her dress fall, revealing the matching red lace bra beneath. Her hand moves between her legs, slow at first, then firmer, and the sheen of her own excitement catches the light. She peels the lingerie aside, spreads wider, and rubs herself openly, breath quickening with each stroke. The brunette mirror in the corner reflects her flushed cheeks and parted lips as she pushes two fingers inside, hips lifting to meet them. A soft moan breaks from her, then another, louder, until the rhythm of her wrist and the rock of her hips send her over the edge.