She drops skirt, rides him raw by the fire

In the flickering glow of the fireplace, she lounges in her white blouse and floral skirt, legs crossed teasingly on the wooden chair, her eyes locking with his as shadows dance across the room. The air thickens with unspoken need, her fingers tracing the hem of her skirt until she can't wait any longer—slipping off her clothes, she drops to the plush purple rug, the warmth of the fire urging her on. Kneeling then straddling him from behind, her completely nude body arches as she spreads her legs wide, ass high and inviting in the moody light. She grinds down slowly at first, her wet pussy clenching around his cock, the slick sounds mixing with her soft gasps echoing off the wooden beams. Every rock of her hips pulls him deeper, her back curving in ecstasy as she takes control, the rug's texture biting into her knees while she rides toward that building release.