Pretty in pink

Shanis stepped into view. The pink lingerie clung to her like it knew what it was there for. Half-Arabian, half-French, all curves and dark eyes. She didn’t pose. She didn’t need to. The fabric barely covered anything and she didn’t bother pretending it did. She turned, slow, and let the thin straps fall off her shoulders one at a time. Then she bent forward, hands on the edge of the bed, ass high. That was the invitation. He moved in behind her, no hesitation. He slid into her mouth first, deep, and she took it without flinching. Wet sounds. Her lipstick smudged at the corners. She moaned around him, throat working. When he pulled out she was already turning again, arching her back. He spread her open with both hands and pushed in, no warm-up, just pressure and stretch. She gasped once, sharp, then settled into it. He fucked her steady. She pushed back to meet every thrust. Her fingers clutched the sheets. Pink lace still hung from one thigh. She came first. Quiet, breath caught in her throat. He followed a minute later, buried to the hilt, hips jerking once, twice. When he pulled out she stayed where she was, breathing hard, legs shaking just enough to notice.