The red bikini was brighter than I expected, almost glowing against my skin as I adjusted it in the mirror. The set was new, tags still in the trash, something I bought on impulse. I wore it with nothing else, sitting on the edge of my grey sheets, when I heard his key slide into the lock. The fabric was thin, the color almost too bold for my small room.<br><br>When he walked in, smelling of outside air and cigarettes, he halted in the doorway, eyes dropping to the red against my pale skin. No one spoke. He crossed the room in three strides, hands rough and immediate, mouth on my throat. I gasped as fingers pushed under the red fabric, finding me soaked already. Embarrassingly so. He knew without asking. His thumb circled my clit through the thin fabric while his other hand pulled the top down, exposing my tits to the cool air.<br><br>I ended up on my stomach, face down in the pillow, the red bikini twisted around my ribs. He drove into me from behind, slamming deep, the fabric riding

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