Backstage of Irresistible red

Titus took one look and the silk slid right over his better sense. Sheer panels clung to her tits, the teasing lace hems catching light along every curve. Nothing underneath but skin and heat. His cock thickened in his trousers while she turned slow, letting the fabric catch and cling. Her nipples already showed dark against the weave, hard from his stare. He grabbed her by the hips, pulled her close and kissed her hard enough to taste the gloss. She sank to her knees, brushed her hair aside, and freed him, the head already slick. Her lips opened, taking him deep, tongue working the underside in steady strokes. The sheer top rode up, framing her tits as she bobbed and swallowed. She kept her eyes up, wet lashes fluttering while her throat stretched around him, every slow descent tighter than the last.