She straddles me, her skirt hiked up, revealing lacy panties that are no match for her wetness. Her fingers dig into my shoulders as she grinds against me, her breath hitching as the seam of her panties presses against her clit. I grip her hips, guiding her, controlling her pace. She whimpers, her eyes locked on mine, pleading silently for more. I lean in, my voice a growl in her ear, "You want to finish, don't you, my little slut?" She nods, her body trembling with need, as we continue our heated ride.