I Wish She Would Ride On My Cock Instead

In a dimly lit room, a man lies on the bed, his cock hard and ready. A woman, clad in lace, straddles him, teasingly grinding against his thighs. She leans down, whispering in his ear, her breath hot. He bucks his hips, desperate for friction. She reaches between them, guiding his cock into her wet folds. Slowly, she lowers herself, taking him deep. She rides him with skill, her hips rolling, her breasts bouncing. He grips her waist, helping her find a rhythm. Sweat gleams on their skin as she increases her pace, chasing their shared pleasure. The room fills with the sounds of their bodies meeting, their breaths ragged.