Kitchen floor spread after my needy whisper

I couldn't wait any longer after whispering how badly I needed him deep inside me tonight, so right there on the kitchen floor, I hiked up my shirt and spread my legs wide in these fishnet thighhighs. My small tits bounced free as I pulled him close, my tan skin flushing hot while I begged for more, that choker tight around my neck reminding me I'm his. The moment he slides in, filling my wet pussy completely, I gasp loud, my mole-kissed lips parting in a needy moan. I clench around him, rocking my hips to take every inch, dripping already as waves of pleasure hit—I'm owned, soaking the floor beneath us, chasing that rough edge I craved all day.