Lace-bound ride keeps pulsing after he fills her

In the dim light of their bedroom, after he'd finally released deep inside her, she didn't stop—her bound wrists tugged gently against the soft ties behind her back as she straddled him in reverse, lace-trimmed thighhighs brushing his thighs. The blue lace harness framed her bare breasts, nipples hardening in the cool air, while her glasses perched on her nose, catching her soft whimpers as she circled her hips slowly, savoring the slick warmth. Her space buns bounced lightly with each intimate grind, spread legs trembling as she clenched around him, drawing out the charged afterglow. The low-volume moans escaped her lips, her body rocking in a sensual rhythm, pulling him back to hardness with every tender pulse, lost in the intimate bond of their play.