red, so goddman red

she finishes her cigarette in the cool silence of the morning hours. far from dawn. far from dusk.
far from anywhere but my eyes.
slouched against the railing of my front porch, the street lamp casscades across her long pale legs unfolded in front of her. a short patent leather skirt jolts my eyes as i follow the milky trail to her body, emaciated from coffee and late nights crouching over books, papers.
her stare catches mine. i take a long drag.
"what i need," she says, "is to be let free."
heavy boots groan across the weathered wood as she pulls her legs up against caved abdomen. sturdy pelvis, rolling back on her hard ass.
her spidery fingers slid from mid calf, round the outside of knobby knees, massaging deeply into tender thighs.
she tilts her head back, the light finding the underside of her neck, down to the shadow between her blouse and breast bone.
black patent leather pushed back, her fingers find her mouth. wetting three fingers at a time. black slim thong pulled aside, her fingers wet her cunt. parting her labia.
entering her flesh.
rubbing and thrusting.
jesus.
i leave my perch on the chair and knell down in front of her. still fucking herself all the while. i slid my shaking hands from around her tight ass, up her taught thighs into the handle behind her knees. she calls me master and i oblige the role.
i push her back, hard, hallow bone thuds against the wooden railing.
i lean in,
"fuck yourself, bitch."
she picks up speed and rhythme, me whispering dirty nothingness in her ear. encouragments.
"i want to see you come all over yourself. harder, damn it!"
she begins to moan as i suck the lobe of her ear, tasting sweat, smelling cunt. i rock her against the rail, creaking from the intensity of two animals, growling and purring at each other. the light from the street lamp grows dim and flickers out.
caught in the void of her sex we forget the time, the earth, the sky. it is just her building climax, and my burning eyes that are left.