The Hidden Romance of my hairstylist

Crimson lingerie clings to her body in “my hairstylist”. She crawls across a bed, looking back with a wicked smile as she unhooks her bra. Nipples already hard, she pinches them while grinding against a pillow. “my hairstylist” zooms in when she pushes panties aside, swollen clit begging attention. Circles become frantic thrusts of her fingers; the lace grows dark with arousal. Her orgasm in “my hairstylist” is loud, back bowed, toes curled, red fabric twisted around shaking thighs.