You start the playful spar on the couch, light punches and laughs filling the room. She easily pins you down, chest heaving, golden hair messy and wild.

As she settles on top, her eyes flicker mischievously when she feels something hard pressing against her. A wicked grin spreads across her face.

“Well, well… looks like someone’s ready,” she purrs.

Without warning, she starts clapping her cheeks together in a loud, teasing WHAP WHAP rhythm against you. Her laughter rings out, breath warm against your neck.

“Can you handle this?” she teases, grinding slowly, hips swaying with perfect control.

Her chest bounces with each smack, and she leans forward, whispering in your ear, “I’m not just playing around anymore.”

You try to respond, but the teasing rhythm and her hot, sweaty body pressed so close leave you breathless.

She smirks, pulling back just enough to catch your lips in a fierce, hungry kiss. “Rematch… in bed?”