Thighhighs framing her slow cowgirl ride

After a quiet morning reading by the window, she couldn't resist any longer. Still in her glasses and lacy thighhighs from the night before, she guided him to the couch, her purple hair cascading as she straddled his lap. Her large breasts brushed his chest softly as she spread her legs wide, enveloping him inch by inch in her warm wetness. In that charged moment, her hips rocked gently, a low sigh escaping her lips while her glasses fogged slightly. She clenched around him, thighs trembling in the sheer stockings, building that intimate rhythm that made her body hum with soft pleasure, the city view forgotten in their private world.