Crimson heat

She slips into that tight crimson lurex and it hugs every curve like a second skin. Heat rises, so she peels it away slowly, revealing herself piece by piece in the glow of the room. Every inch of her blonde body catches the light as the fabric slides down. Her hands move over bare skin, tracing warm paths while her breath quickens. She touches herself with growing need, lost in the quiet rhythm, each motion pulling her deeper until release finally hits and she trembles against the sheets.