Kitty in red

She isn't the innocent little thing she pretends to be. She is smooth between her legs, nothing left between your fingers and her cunt, and she loves it. She loves the way her folds spread for attention, slick and ready as soon as you touch her. She arches in red lace, the straps cutting across her skin like markings made for sin, one hand pulling the panties aside, the other working two fingers deep. She works herself in steady strokes, the wet sound obscene in the quiet, thighs twitching each time she drags her fingertips across her clit. Her breath hitches, sharp and needy, and her free hand fists in the sheets as the pleasure builds. The lingerie clings to damp skin, nipples tight against the fabric, and she moans low in her throat, hips lifting off the bed as her fingers fuck in harder, faster, until the orgasm breaks over her in tight, shuddering waves.