Silky Solo

I'm already riding when it starts, pink skirt flipped up, tits bouncing free with every grind. The thin fabric frames where I'm stuffed full as my hips roll in desperate circles. I bounce harder, moaning, the pink ruffles doing nothing to hide the stretch. My thighs tremble as I chase it, skirt bunched around my waist, breasts swaying with each downward sink. I lean back and ride faster until I'm gasping, spent and shivering in pink.