Girls in red

Donna wore red like a dare. It pulled across her tits tight enough that nothing was left to the imagination, nipples pressing hard through the thin silk. The hem kissed the top of her thighs; one wrong bend and her ass would flash. Lucky lay across her bed, all soft curls and glossy lips, red mouth slightly open. Donna straddled her in one fluid motion, knees planted, palms sliding up Lucky’s ribs until thumbs found her nipples. She rolled them slow between fingertips, coaxing each one to firm little peaks. Lucky arched and Donna moved lower, mouth finding skin. Tongue slid along the edge of the red lace panties, catching faint salt and heat. A single finger hooked the fabric aside and Donna buried her mouth right there, licking in hot, measured strokes until Lucky’s breath went ragged. She kept her own dress on; watching that color stay perfect while everything else got messy was half the point.