Glasses fogging as I ride him needy in thighhighs

I'd spent the afternoon buried in books, my glasses slipping down as I fidgeted in my thighhighs, craving you more with every page. When you walked in, I couldn't hold back—I pushed you onto the bed, my pigtails bouncing, and straddled your lap, sliding my highleg panties aside to take you deep inside my wet pussy. My small tits heaved as I rocked down, gasping at how full you made me feel right there. Now I'm grinding slow, legs spread wide in my lace-top stockings, owned by the need pulsing through me. Your cock stretches me perfectly, and I whimper, biting my lip behind my glasses, chasing that needy ache only you satisfy—clenching around you as I ride harder, dripping for more.