Table spread in thighhighs begs for deep fill

I couldn't wait after that sip of coffee; the warmth hit me wrong, making my pussy ache for him right there on the kitchen table. I stripped bare except for these lacy thighhighs he adores, climbed up, and spread my legs wide, begging him to fill me in missionary. Now he's thrusting deep from above, my small tits heaving with every push, my navel piercing glinting as I arch. My mouth falls open in a needy gasp, eyes fluttering shut while I clench around his cock, dripping wet and owned completely. The wooden surface creaks under us, my arms stretched overhead, surrendering to the rhythm that has me moaning his name, thighs quivering in those stockings as I take every inch like the desperate slut I am for him.