Plaid skirt ride after friends ditch him

In the dim glow of afternoon light filtering through sheer curtains, she straddles him on the edge of the bed, her plaid skirt hiked up just enough to let her sink down onto his bare length. The white off-shoulder shirt clings to her curves, buttons straining as she rocks her hips, legs spread wide in a rhythm that builds with each breathy gasp. No time wasted after slipping away from her friends' gathering—she needed this, him nude and ready beneath her clothed heat. Her dark hair cascades over one shoulder, necklace swaying against her flushed chest as she grinds deeper, the fabric of her underwear pushed aside. A soft whimper escapes her lips when he hits that spot, her body clenching tight, soaking him in the intimate haze of the room, plants casting leafy shadows on their joined forms.