Work call interrupted by her slow cowgirl grind

He was deep in a late-night work call, laptop balanced on the nightstand, voice steady as she slipped under the sheets. Bored and aching for him, she straddled his lap silently, her small breasts brushing his chest while guiding him inside her wet warmth. Legs spread wide, she began a slow, teasing grind, determined to unravel his focus. Her hands gripped his torso firmly, nails digging just enough to feel him tense beneath her. As she rocked in cowgirl rhythm, her tight pussy clenched around his cock, soft whimpers escaping her lips despite the hushed intimacy. Nipples peaked in the lamplight, her body charged with quiet urgency, making every subtle thrust pull a stifled groan from him mid-sentence.