I lay back on the bed, the mattress creaking under me, my cock still hard, throbbing. The rain pattered against the window, the neon lights outside smearing colors across the room, painting her curves in hues of pink and blue.
I looked up at her, my heart pounding, my body buzzing with need. "Delilah," I said, my voice low, a hungry edge to it, "I want to see you bouncing on my cock. I want to watch you ride me, every fucking inch of you moving for me."
She gulped, her eyes widening, her cheeks flushing deeper as she bit her lip, her shyness creeping back. Her hands fidgeted, one still sticky with my cum, the other clutching the edge of her discarded nightgown. Slowly, she shifted, straddling me, her thick thighs framing my hips, her pussy hovering just above my cock, wet and glistening, her folds pink and swollen from our earlier fucking. She hesitated, her breath hitching, her eyes flicking to mine, nervous but wanting.
