I Rode Him Hard After Intense Work Cravings Hit

After that endless shift, I burst through the door, my pussy throbbing with need. I didn't even kick off my shoes—just hiked up my skirt, shoved my panties aside, and straddled him on the couch. His cock slid right into my soaked folds as I spread my legs wide, grinding down hard, owning every inch of him. My white shirt clings wet to my skin, nipples hard and begging for my fingers to tweak them while I ride. I rock my hips faster, whimpering as he fills me deep, my tail swishing with each needy bounce. The tension melts away with every clench around him, my moans growing louder until I'm dripping and gasping, chasing that release I've craved all day.