Open shirt ride so slow she can't stop gasping

She came home from a long shift, still in her half-buttoned shirt, and found him waiting. Instead of heading to the bedroom she straddled him right there on the couch, lowering herself onto his cock with aching slowness. Her heavy breasts sway as she rocks her hips in tiny circles, building the heat between them. Her mouth falls open in a soft gasp while her hair curtains her flushed face. The deliberate grind teases every inch, drawing out the ache until neither can stand the wait any longer. Her wet heat clenches around him as she sinks a little deeper, eyes fluttering shut in pure anticipation.