Slow straddle tease in open shirt office

After a long day of stolen glances across the home office, she couldn't resist anymore, her tan skin flushing as she pushed him back onto the rug near the desk. With her blue shirt hanging open, breasts spilling free, she straddled his hips slowly, ponytail swaying gently, building the tension with every inch she lowered herself. Her legs spread wide, bottomless and dripping, she guided him inside her tight warmth, a soft gasp escaping her lips as the piercing on her navel glinted under the light. Hands gripping her thighs, he watched her eyes lock on his, the slow grind starting, her whimpers filling the room with aching anticipation before the heat fully ignited.