White shirt slut straddles for anal grind

I rushed home from the office, my white shirt still buttoned just enough to tease, and found him waiting on the couch. Needy after a day of pent-up tension, I shoved him back and straddled his lap, spreading my legs wide as I guided his thick cock into my tight ass, gasping at the stretch that made me drip. Now I'm rocking my hips, bottomless and owned, my tongue lolling out in a desperate moan while his balls press against me. Every grind sends shivers up my spine, my pussy clenching empty as I chase that full, filthy release, begging him with my body to fuck me harder right here.