Cafe stool spread ends in deep pussy thrust

She'd slipped into that sheer lingerie under her sundress all morning, teasing herself with thoughts of him arriving. The second the door clicked shut in their sunlit loft cafe nook, she yanked it off, black choker the only thing left hugging her neck. Hopping onto the wooden stool, she spread her legs wide, small breasts heaving as she guided his thick cock straight into her dripping pussy. Her mouth falls open in a silent gasp, eyes fluttering shut while sunlight dances across her pale skin and the slick sounds of him sliding deep fill the air. Legs splayed shamelessly over the stool's edge, she clenches around him, clit throbbing visibly as each thrust makes her whimper and rock her hips back, chasing that building rush right there in the open space.