You kept begging to see red against my pussy. Now look what you've done to me. These opaques are ruined, saturated, clinging wet and dark where my pleasure poured through the nylon. I played hard. I came harder. The fabric held me, trapped my heat, squeezed my orgasm back against my skin until I was shaking and soaked. This is what worship earns you. Clean up the mess with your tongue in your mind.
