Mel lay on her back, her heart racing as she stared up at the ceiling fan spinning lazily above her. She could feel the warmth between her legs, a reminder of the passionate encounter she'd just had. Her breathing was ragged, her body tingling with anticipation.
Suddenly, she sat up, her eyes filled with determination. She knew exactly what she wanted. With a seductive smile, she made her way over to her lover, who was still caught in the throes of pleasure.
"Hey," she purred. "I have an idea."
Her lover looked up at her, eyes glazed over. "Mmm, what's that?"
"I want to be on top," she said, her voice thick with desire. "I want to feel your cock inside me as I ride you slow and steady." "Wow, that's quite the visual."
