Glasses fogging as I mount him post-work rush

I rushed home from the office, my glasses slipping down as I kicked off my skirt, but kept the thighhighs on because I know they drive you wild. The ache between my legs had been building all day, and now, straddling you on the bed, I can't hold back anymore. My white shirt hangs open, heavy breasts spilling out, nipples hard against the cool air. With a needy whimper, I spread my legs wider, my fingers wrapping around your thick cock, guiding it right to my dripping entrance. I sink down slowly, gasping as you stretch me open, my walls clenching greedily around you. Fuck, it feels so good to finally take what I've been craving, rocking my hips to pull you deeper inside me.