Jerry was just about to lower herself onto Mira when suddenly—Mira flipped them.
In one smooth, confident motion, Mira pushed Jerry down on the bed, straddling her hips with a wicked smirk.
Jerry blinked up at her, breathless. "Mira…?"
"I said…" Mira leaned down, lips brushing against Jerry's ear, "I wanna ride you again, baby."
Jerry grinned, eyes wild with love and desire. "Then do it. Take it all, baby."
Mira kissed her way down—neck to collarbone, to chest—leaving little nips and love bites as Jerry moaned underneath her. Her tongue slid down to Jerry's abs,
slowly tracing every line before sitting back up.
Then, without a word, Mira reached between them and guided the toy in—slowly—watching Jerry's eyes flutter shut as she sank down, inch by inch.
Jerry groaned, hands clutching the sheets. "F*ck, Mira…"
Mira let out a shaky moan as she took all of Jerry in, adjusting her hips, holding Jerry's strong shoulders to steady herself. Her head dropped back, body arching as she sat fully on Jerry's lap.
After a moment of stillness—feeling the deep, delicious fullness inside her—Mira started to move. Slowly at first, then faster, bouncing gently, her hands clutching Jerry's chest for balance.