Tits cupped tight as he slides in on Santorini rooftop

She had been teasing him with every pose on the terrace, turning and arching her back so he could watch the way her skin caught the sunset. By the time he lowered her onto the cushions, she was already aching for it, no more waiting in the soft evening air. She lies back with her knees drawn up, hands squeezing her own tits as he slides inside her. A low whimper escapes her parted lips when he fills her, the silver chain of her necklace shifting with each slow thrust, her eyes half-lidded in the warm glow.