Stocking-clad boss rides hard in the backseat

Stockings first, then dress hiked up to her waist as she straddles the seat and sinks onto the thick cock waiting for her. Her spine curves with each deep thrust, her fingers clawing at the leather as she rides faster than the car engine hums outside. The steering wheel creaks under her grip while her ass slaps against the seat, thighs shaking before she collapses forward, breath ragged and body spent. Dark stockings cling to her thighs as she catches her breath, still half-dressed and completely wrecked.