Lemme sit on it until I finish
She doesn't ask permission — she takes what she needs, lowering herself slowly, deliberately, until every inch disappears beneath her weight.
Her thighs spread wide, hips rolling in tight circles, chasing exactly the pressure she came for. Eyes half-closed, jaw loose, completely absorbed in her own rhythm.
She's not moving until that last shudder rolls through her — and judging by the flush spreading across her skin, that finish line is still gloriously far away.
