Lady in Red

That crimson dress hugs Karter's body like it was painted on. One look makes it obvious: the fabric clings to every curve, yet leaves those shapely feet bare. It's enough to knock her partner off balance. He sinks to his knees, grabs her thighs, and presses his mouth to the soft flesh just above each ankle. He licks slow lines up her calves, teeth grazing skin, then pushes her thighs wider, slides his cock between them and fucks that tight gap like he's starving for it.