Goth skirt hiked, I straddle and grind needy on the bed

I slipped into my goth skirt and lace sleeves after a long day, the choker tight around my neck making me feel so owned already. But when he walked in, I couldn't hold back—I shoved him onto the bed, hiked up my skirt, and straddled his hard cock, spreading my legs wide as I sank down onto him. My small tits bounced free, nipples hard, and I gasped loud, arms back for leverage, needy for every inch filling my wet pussy. Right then, with my bangs falling in my eyes and lips parted in a desperate moan, I started grinding slow, clenching around him, dripping already. He grabbed my hips, but I owned the rhythm, rocking harder because I've been aching for this all day—finally taking what I need, cumming closer with each needy thrust.