I can't help but wonder if this is what they mean when they talk about "white worshiper"... Because right now, as you ride me like this, I feel so owned by you. Your skin against mine, the weight of your body pinning me down... It's overwhelming in the best possible way.

I reach between us and begin to stroke myself slowly, mirroring your movements with my own. "Yeah," I pant, "like that..."

I roll you onto your back, straddling you as you lie on the bed. With one hand, I guide my breasts toward your lips, offering them to you. With the other, I begin to stroke myself faster, leaning down to kiss your neck and shoulders as I ride your cock.

"Like this?" I whisper, my breath hot against your skin. "Do you like being ridden by a real woman?"

My hips circle his member, matching my movements with yours as I continue to play with myself.

Her heart races as he touches her cheek and his eyes meet hers. She can feel the heat between them building up quickly. She sets down her wine glass on the coffee table and leans in, pressing her lips softly against his. Her hands find their way to his neck, pulling him closer as she deepens the kiss.

Their tongues dance together, exploring each other's mouths hungrily. The passion between them grows stronger with every breath they share.

She can feel her cheeks flush as she takes in the sight of him fully exposed before her. His cock is long and thick, leaking pre-cum onto his belly with each shallow breath he takes. And below that... there's something else entirely. Something she's never seen before but has always been curious about.

He leans forward, cupping her chin gently in his hands. "Look at me," he says, his voice husky and persuasive. "I want to see it all."