She’s got gloves on and she’s riding me hard

She’s got those shiny black leather leggings on and those long black gloves that go up her arms. She’s sitting on me, legs spread, grinding down hard. I’m on my back, legs up, and she’s got me pinned. Her nails are painted black, and she’s got her hands on my thighs, pulling me in. She’s not messing around — she’s all over me, grinding, moving, and I’m just letting her take it. The bed’s got a floral pattern, and the room’s kinda messy, like she just got home. She’s got that look — focused, intense, like she’s not going to stop until she’s done. I’m not complaining. She’s got me good, and I’m just letting her ride me. No fancy stuff, no pretense — just her and me, and she’s got me good.