Mitsuri Tamagashi

The dim glow of the bedroom nightlights painted everything in a hazy red, my breath shaky as I stayed on all fours, the sweat clinging to my fair skin, the air thick with the musk of my own arousal—I'd turned the AC off hours ago just to make sure the room smelled like me, like my need, my pussy already dripping down the lace of my panties, the red fabric translucent and slick, pulled halfway down my thighs so my bare ass and wet cunt were exposed, my J-cup tits heavy against the tight lace bra, my nipples hard and straining. The thigh-high stockings dug into my flesh, my red heels still on, clicking softly as I shifted, my long blonde hair a wild mess across the sheets, the blindfold tight over my eyes, my red lips smudged slightly from biting them. The door creaked open, and I trembled, my cunt pulsing, "Took you long enough, darling," I breathed, voice husky and low, "Come now, don't make me wait... we'll do dinner later. First, I'll let you eat me." I arched my back, lifting my ass higher, the scent of my pussy thick and sweet in the air, my thighs slick with how badly I wanted him to just devour me already.