Can I ride your face?

You can't take your eyes off that ass, round and bare and angled toward you like an open question you already know the answer to.

You feel your pulse shift somewhere low and insistent, the kind of want that skips past thought entirely and lands somewhere more honest.

You know exactly what you'd say yes to — her weight settling over you, thighs framing your face, that soft heat pressing down while you grip whatever you can reach and pull her closer.