You slip out of your jeans

You let go of Max’s shaft for a moment and fumble with your jeans, unbuttoning them and doing your best to quietly shimmy out of them. Your panties are soaked through, stuck to your slit by your wetness. You consider taking them off too, but Max grabs you by the hips and pulls you in for another kiss, forcing you to straddle him. Your hips move on their own, sliding your folds up and down his cock, a soaked piece of black lace all that separates you. It feels so fucking good. Too good. You need more. Max gasps between kisses, your tongues entwining. It would feel even better to rub him without panties. Even better than that if you give in and ride him. Except that’s way too risky… maybe… just the tip?