She’s grinding on him in black lace while he’s on his back

She’s sitting on top of him, hips moving slow and steady, grinding down hard in those black lace panties. Her hands are on his cock, guiding it in and out. He’s lying on his back, chest up, just taking it. The room’s lit with warm, yellow light, probably from a lamp or window. She’s got a black long-sleeve shirt on, pulled up just enough to show her waist and belly. His legs are spread, and you can see the hair on his chest and stomach. She’s got a little bit of her hair falling over her shoulder, and she’s looking down at him, focused. It’s quiet, just the sound of skin on skin and breathing. No one else in the room. Just them. She’s got a little bit of her hair falling over her shoulder, and she’s looking down at him, focused. It’s quiet, just the sound of skin on skin and breathing. No one else in the room. Just them.