Cat ears flopping as she squats and grinds him deep

In the dim glow of the bedside lamp, shadows dance across her pale skin as she perches atop him, cat ears twitching with each subtle shift. The frilly white bra clings to her curves, straps slipping as her full breasts spill free, glistening with a sheen of sweat. Panties tugged aside, she sinks down in a slow, deliberate squat, enveloping him in her tight warmth, the room filled with her soft, breathy whimpers that echo like a secret invitation. She'd slipped into the playful outfit after dinner, teasing him with glimpses until the tension snapped; now, in this intimate haze, her bangs frame wide eyes locked on his, body rocking rhythmically as she grinds deeper, chasing the building heat that makes her thighs quiver and her lips part in a silent gasp of pleasure.