The Elegance of "need to know now"

Bathed in red neon, need to know now feels deliciously forbidden yet utterly safe. She dances for the camera first, hips rolling, breasts swaying in need to know now. When she sinks onto the bed in need to know now, spreading wide, the neon paints her wetness crimson. A sleek black vibrator hums to life in need to know now, disappearing inside her with a moan that vibrates through the speakers. She rides it hard in need to know now, chasing the edge with abandon. The climax in need to know now is violent in the best way—thighs clamping, back arching, a guttural cry swallowed by the pulsing lights. As the glow fades in need to know now, she lies sated, neon still kissing her skin like a lover who refuses to leave.