Gold dress pulled for needy bed missionary

I couldn't wait after the gala; the champagne had me aching, so I pulled him onto the bed still in my gold strapless dress. My braid swung as I lifted the hem, spreading my legs wide, exposing my wet pussy to him. He dove in missionary style, his cock sliding deep, making me gasp and stick my tongue out in needy bliss. My breasts spilled free as he pulled the top down, them parting with each thrust hitting my clit. I moaned loud, owned by the rhythm, clenching around him, begging with my body for more right there on the soft sheets.