She slides into his lap, thighs spread wide. Her dress rides up and the silk catches on his belt. He grips her hips and pulls her down hard, right where he wants her. She rolls once, slow, and feels him thicken beneath her. He cups her breast through the fabric, thumb flicking the nipple until it stands. She bites her lip, breath catching. Fabric parts. Cool air kisses skin. He leans in, mouth hot, and sucks until she arches. Her fingers find his hair and tug. She reaches between them, unbuckles, frees him. The head nudges her entrance, slick already. She sinks an inch, pauses, then takes the rest in one long drop. Heat stretches her open. He groans against her throat. They move. Short, hungry thrusts from below. She meets every one, hips snapping down, wetness slicking his length. The chair creaks. Skin slaps skin. Her dress pools around her waist, forgotten. He finds her clit with two fingers, circles once, twice. She tightens, pulse fluttering around him. He swears. She smiles, breathless, and grinds deeper. Sweat beads on her spine. His hand slides lower, grabs her ass, spreads her. She rides faster. The wet sound of it fills the room. She comes with a low, broken sound, walls clenching in rhythmic pulls that drag him over with her. He pulses inside, heat flooding her. She stays seated, trembling, forehead against his.
She slides into his lap, thighs spread wide. Her dress rides up and the silk catches on his belt. He grips her hips and pulls her down hard, right where he wants her. She rolls once, slow, and feels him thicken beneath her. He cups her breast through the fabric, thumb flicking the nipple until it stands. She bites her lip, breath catching. Fabric parts. Cool air kisses skin. He leans in, mouth hot, and sucks until she arches. Her fingers find his hair and tug. She reaches between them, unbuckles, frees him. The head nudges her entrance, slick already. She sinks an inch, pauses, then takes the rest in one long drop. Heat stretches her open. He groans against her throat. They move. Short, hungry thrusts from below. She meets every one, hips snapping down, wetness slicking his length. The chair creaks. Skin slaps skin. Her dress pools around her waist, forgotten. He finds her clit with two fingers, circles once, twice. She tightens, pulse fluttering around him. He swears. She smiles, breathless, and grinds deeper. Sweat beads on her spine. His hand slides lower, grabs her ass, spreads her. She rides faster. The wet sound of it fills the room. She comes with a low, broken sound, walls clenching in rhythmic pulls that drag him over with her. He pulses inside, heat flooding her. She stays seated, trembling, forehead against his.