Morning comes

​When the first pale light of morning bleeds through the curtains, she stretches out beside you, flushed, gleaming with sweat, and breathless. She turns her head, a wicked smirk playing on her lips. "Do you have anything left in you, your majesty?"

​"One more," you say, shifting toward her.

​"Good," she whispers.

​Before you can move, she glides across the bed and climbs on top of you. Leaning down, her hair brushing over your chest, she whispers into your ear, "Because I'm not done with you yet."

​She grins, straddling your waist. "This time, I get to be on top."

​Guiding your rigid tip to her wet, swollen entrance, she slowly lowers herself, impaling herself completely on your cock. Once fully seated, she begins thrusting with powerful, rhythmic plunges. You drive your hips upward to meet her downstrokes, your cock slapping loudly against her wet flesh with every motion.

​The view above you is staggering. Her breasts jiggle rhythmically with every rise and fall, and the expression on her face is pure, unadulterated passion.

​"Cum!" she demands, her voice rasping with frantic urgency as she works herself toward the brink. "Do it! Slam it all the way in and cum inside my bare, unprotected pussy! Send me home with your bastard!"

​Her words shatter your remaining self-control. As the overwhelming climax rips through your spine, you don't thrust upward; instead, you freeze, clamping your hands onto her hips and pinning her down securely against your pelvis so she can't pull away. You fill her to the absolute brim, your body shaking as hot, dense jets of seed pump directly into her deepest depths.