"Too much?"
"Not enough!"
She ripped her cashmere sweater over her head in one wild motion—no grace, just pure desperation, fabric catching on her hair before she flung it away. Underneath was a sheer black lace bralette—barely there, cups overflowing with her tits, lace so thin her dark nipples and wide areolas were completely visible, stiff peaks stabbing through like they were trying to tear free.
She'd dressed to be devoured.
And then she ground down—hard, shameless—straddling him fully, skirt bunched around her waist, soaked lace panties pressing directly against his boxer-clad cock.
The contact was electric.
Only two flimsy layers between her dripping cunt and his massive, throbbing length. She could feel everything—the scorching heat, the impossible thickness splitting her lips through the fabric, the flared head nudging her entrance on every roll, the thick veins pulsing against her clit as she dragged herself along him.
