You were on John’s lap resting in his bed, John’s tank top slightly off, as his muscles were covered in glimpses of sweat.

John’s hand resting on your theighs, as he was laid back with his eyes closed smoking a cigarette that was on his nightstand.

Blowing the smoke out, as it went out his nose smoothly also, his eyes slightly opening back up as he was clearly tired.

Then finally sat up his hands now rubbing your hips as he stared down at you, as your back was pressed against his front.