Red and black

Eva Black slips into red silk that clings to her skin like a second breath. The fabric whispers against her thighs, hem riding high each time she shifts. Black hair spills over her shoulders, a stark line against crimson. She sits back, legs stretched, bare feet flexing, toes curling with deliberate slowness. The silk parts as her fingers travel downward, tracing the curve of her belly, slipping lower until her hand finds the heat between her legs. Her middle finger circles her clit in lazy strokes, breath deepening, hips rolling once, then twice. She watches her own hand move, lips parted, a soft gasp slipping free. Her legs open wider; the red silk pools at her waist. One foot lifts, ankle flexing, sole flexing, toes spreading. She brings it closer, runs a fingertip along the arch, pressing the sole, massaging the ball, drawing out the tension. Pleasure builds. She pushes two fingers inside, wet sounds rising with every thrust. Her other hand stays on her foot, thumb dragging along the edge, stroking the curve until her breath breaks into short, sharp pants. Silk clings to her breasts, nipples stiff beneath the fabric, hips jerking faster now. Her toes curl tight, foot trembling in her grip. A low moan fills the room. She fucks herself harder, wrist twisting, thumb stroking her clit with each drive. Her body tenses, thighs quivering, toes locked in a hard arch. The silk rides up, exposing every inch of wet, glistening skin. Her orgasm crashes through her in tight, pulsing waves, breath stuttering, fingers buried deep, foot held close, silk twisted around her waist like a crimson rope.