Sweater choker tease begs for her slow ruin

After texting him all day about how she wanted him to ruin her for anyone else, she couldn't wait anymore. Still in her soft gray sweater and ribbon choker, glasses perched on her nose, she hiked up the hem and straddled her pillow on the bed, bottomless and aching. Her large breasts heaved with each slow breath, the downblouse view teasing what was building beneath. Now, tongue flicking out as she grinds deliberately, her hips rock in languid circles, building that delicious anticipation. She points at the camera, eyes locked through her glasses, whimpering softly as the friction makes her drip, her body clenching in slow-burn need, drawing out every second before the heat explodes.