Tower window slow sink in purple thighhighs

Sunlight poured through the stained glass while she straddled him in the tower. Long blonde hair cascading down, she wore her purple top and thighhighs as she hovered with just the tip pressing against her. Tiny hip rocks built the slow anticipation. Her breathing grew shallow as she felt him throb at her entrance. She sank down a little more, the gradual stretch pulling a soft gasp from her while her navel clenched and she kept the descent torturously slow, savoring every second of taking him deeper in the thighhighs.