He barely hits the bed before you straddle him, lips pressed to his ear. “Tonight,” you murmur, “I want to be ruined.” His fingers graze your skin and you gasp—sharp, deliberate. “No. Not there. That spot’s mine. It reacts too easily.” You slide the vibrating ring against yourself, sighing sweet and filthy, “Just one thrust... come on, break me.” The moment he’s inside, your thighs tremble, your voice a whimper and a dare: “Look at me—I’m already dripping. And you haven’t even started.”