All yours!

Her words hung in the air, soft and sincere, as we lay there in the dim glow of the bedside lamp. Tommie's body was still flushed from our release, her curves pressed warm against me, that impressive futanari cock of hers softening but not fully retreating between us.

I felt a surge of affection, my hand stroking her back in slow circles, but the heat between us hadn't fully dissipated. Her eyes met mine, a spark of something bolder flickering there—perhaps the confidence I'd been coaxing out of her all night.

Before I could say more, Tommie shifted, her hand pressing against my chest as she pushed me onto my back. 'Wait,' she murmured, her voice gaining a husky edge, no longer just submissive whispers. She straddled my hips, her thighs bracketing mine, the weight of her soft body settling over me with surprising intent.

Her cock, already stirring back to life, nudged against my abdomen, thick and warm, while her pussy—still slick from our earlier joining—brushed my growing hardness. 'I want to... try this,' she said, biting her lip, her hands sliding up my sides as if testing her own resolve.

I nodded, my heart racing at the shift, loving how she was blooming under my support. 'Take what you need, Tommie. I'm yours.' My words were an invitation, blending the tenderness of our friendship with the erotic pull that had drawn us here.