Isobel's body quivered from the third squirting orgasm I'd given her tonight. I was buried deep inside her pussy, my cock pulsing with unreleased tension, but I slowed my thrusts to a gentle rock, savoring the way her walls closed against me. The air hummed with our passion, lavender and patchouli mingling with my own fragrance. Her eyes met mine, full lips curved in a sated smile, black hair tousled across the velvet cushions.
"I want you to get on top, Isobel," I said. "Can you do that for me?"
Isobel nodded, a soft smile on her face. "See? It's fun to be the one giving commands, isn't it?"
