The power of red

Svetlana knows the power of red. She slips into burning red lingerie that clings to her body and waits. Markus walks in, already hard. He sees the color, sees her curves, and loses the fight. His hands find her waist, then her ass. She turns, bends, offers that tight hole without a word. He takes it. Thick cock pushing past the ring, stretching her, filling her. She gasps but stays still, letting him sink deeper with each thrust. Her body rocks. Sweat beads on her back. He grips her hips harder, drives in faster, until the rhythm turns rough. When he pulls out she drops to her knees, mouth open. He strokes once, twice, and paints her face with hot streaks that slide down her chin and onto the red lace.