Laundry break turned cowgirl ride and she's not slowing down

She’s straddling him, cowgirl style, completely nude on the bed. Pink braids bounce with each roll of her hips, her gaze locked on his as a low moan slips out. She moves faster, riding hard, the bed creaking soft under them. Her hands rest on his chest, guiding her rhythm, her body glistening with quiet heat. She’d been folding laundry ten minutes ago—tossed a shirt aside mid-fold when he caught her eye. Now, laundry’s forgotten; this ride’s better than any detergent could clean.