Red and black

Red and black lace clings to Christina’s skin like it was painted on. She turns slowly, letting the light catch every thread. The bra barely contains her. The thong disappears between her cheeks. A man watches from the edge of the bed, already hard, and doesn’t waste time admiring the view. He hooks his fingers in the delicate straps and tugs them aside. The lace gives way. His mouth finds her center and she opens for him, legs parting, hips tilting forward. She reaches down, wraps her fingers around his cock, and brings him to her lips. She sucks him slow at first, then deeper, saliva glistening along his shaft. He stands, turns her, bends her over the edge of the bed. She’s dripping before he even pushes in. When he fucks her, her moans turn sharp. Her thighs shake. She comes hard, clear fluid pulsing from her in sudden, wet bursts that soak his cock and the sheets beneath them. He doesn’t stop. He keeps driving into her until she’s spent and shaking, blonde hair stuck to her flushed face, lingerie twisted and forgotten around her waist.