red lace

Spinning in the grass, skirt hiked, letting the sun catch every inch of this red lace. That snap when the fabric hits my thighs? Yeah, I felt that too.

Laura kicked off her pencil skirt and sent you this. Two fingers pushing past damp red lace, phone held up so you'd see exactly how she touches herself thinking about you after her shift ends.

Caught me mid-session—Raven's in full swing, dripping and desperate. That red lace is just a tease before I bury it deep. Who's next?