Of course she does

Her thighs pressed to his hips as she ground down, slow and full, her eyes never leaving his. Derek’s hands finally broke obedience, sliding up her waist, tentative at first, then more confident as her hips found rhythm—wet heat pulsing around his cock, clenching as she shifted her angle and rode him deeper.

Emily moaned, head tilting back, letting the stretch, the pressure, the slick glide of him inside her roll through her like a wave. He was trembling beneath her, thighs tight, breath ragged.

“Shhh,” she murmured, fingers at his chest, palms dragging over smooth skin. “Relax, baby. I got you.”

She rode him gently, hips rolling in lazy figure-eights, the friction of his cock dragging against her soaked walls sending jolts of heat blooming low in her belly. His mouth dropped open as he gripped her hips. She watched him squirm, so **** to last, so overwhelmed, his flushed face and ruined moans making her pulse throb faster.

“Fuck—Emily—” His voice cracked. “I’m gonna—I can’t—”

“Hold it,” she ordered, her voice soft but firm. “You can wait. You can feel it.”

“F-fuck—Emily—I can’t—” His voice cracked, hips twitching up desperately into hers.

Emily leaned forward, her palms splayed flat on his chest, hair falling in loose strands around her face.

“No,” she whispered, breath hot and controlled. “You don’t get to cum yet.”

He whimpered. She clenched her muscles around him—tight, her walls fluttering and squeezing—and his moan tore straight from his throat.

“I’m close,” she breathed, shifting her angle, her clit dragging perfectly against his pelvis as she began to grind harder, faster, chasing her own edge now. Her body arched, tits bouncing with every roll, nipples flushed and rigid, sweat slicking her skin.

He was panting beneath her, hips trying to buck but held down by the weight of her body, his cock twitching wildly inside her. She could feel it—every throb, every pulse, every inch soaked and aching.

“Please—Emily—please let me—”

She growled, deep in her throat, not slowing for a second.

“Not. Yet.”

Her thighs were trembling, the ache blooming fast through her core, tension spiraling higher with every pass of friction, every slap of skin, every wet, filthy sound between them. His moans were ragged. Her nails dug into his chest.

“Now,” she whispered—voice breaking, eyes wide as her orgasm crested.

“Now—fuck, cum with me—now—”

And as she came—shaking, gasping, thighs clenching around him like a vise, her pussy milking him in waves—the phone on the nightstand vibrated once.

Lit up.

Emily’s eyes fluttered open.

The lock screen glowed.

Nina. Wrapped around Derek. Kissing him. Smiling in that same dress from earlier.

Her friend. Her host.

And just as the realization hit her like a slap, Derek cried out beneath her, hips jerking as he came deep inside her, cock twitching, thick spurts flooding her and setting of a smaller aftershock orgasm.

His hands gripped her waist. His head tipped back.

And Emily stared at the screen as his cum spilled into her.