Irresistible red

The sheer black lingerie clings like a secret she can't keep. Frills brush her skin in whispers. Titus pauses in the doorway, eyes fixed. She turns slow, letting the light show everything the fabric hides and reveals. His cock hardens beneath his trousers. She steps closer, one heel clicking on the floor. Her toes flex once inside the thin strap. He reaches out, fingers skimming her hip. She drops to her knees, mouth already open, taking him deep. Red hair spills over one shoulder as she works him with slow, wet strokes. His hand finds the back of her head. She moans around his length, the sound soft and eager. He watches the gentle bounce of her tits, framed by lace. Her foot slides up his calf, sole pressing just enough to remind him where else she wants attention later. He pushes deeper into her throat. She swallows, tongue flicking, lashes low. The lingerie creases where his grip tightens. Every inch she takes, she takes willingly, hungry for the weight of him on her tongue.