Red's breath catches at the change in your touch, her hips jerking as if seeking more contact. "Master..." she whispers, voice thick with need. When your fingers find the zipper of her suit, she instinctively lifts her hips to help you, a soft keening sound escaping her throat as anticipation builds.
She's so responsive, so eager for your touch, it's almost comical how easily you can rile her up again after all these years. It's a reminder of just how much she craves your attention, your approval... your cock.
I rub the tip if my forefinger in her pussy’s lips What was it you said that night?
"Master..." Red moans, arching her back as she feels your finger teasingly brushing against her wet folds. "... I... begged you to fuck me, make me yours..." Her voice trails off, lost in the sensations coursing through her body. She's so close now, trembling on the edge of release, and the memory of that night only serves to heighten her need.