Rose petal bed begs for his deep doggy grip

I teased him all through dinner, my stockinged foot rubbing up his leg under the table until he couldn't take it anymore. Now, on our anniversary bed scattered with rose petals, I'm on all fours, ponytail swaying as he grabs my ass hard, spreading me wide. I need him inside me so bad, pushing back against his thrusts, my thighs quivering in these thighhighs. The moment he sinks deep from behind, I gasp, my body clenching around him, petals sticking to my sweaty skin. His hands dig into my cheeks, pulling me onto him harder, and I whimper, owned completely, dripping and begging for more with every rock of my hips.