Red and black

Red and black. Zafira and I know how good we look together. One of us blonde, the other brunette, both of us barely eighteen and already trading kisses in our lace lingerie. The light hits the red on my bra and her black thigh-highs, and we lean in again. My tongue slides over hers while her fingers pull my thong aside. She tastes sweet. When I spread her open, she’s already wet, and the sound of my tongue working between her legs fills the quiet room. She pulls me up by my hair for another deep kiss, her hands sliding down to cup my ass and tug me closer. We roll together, skin against lace, legs tangled, mouths locked. Every touch feels hotter against the red and black.