Sex (R)evolution - 1988

William likes to think he's progressive. Woman on top? Fine by him. After all, a little power play never hurt anyone if everyone walks away satisfied. They're supposed to be assembling a flat-pack but somehow the screws are all over the floor and Shania's on all fours. William shrugs, grins at the sudden change in plans, then buries his face between her cheeks and works his tongue in long, lazy strokes until she's squirming and wet. She twists around, palms his cock, wet from her spit and his. Both hands, nice and tight, and her mouth sliding right after. He hisses through his teeth—yeah, she knows what she's doing. They forget the shelves. William ends up deep inside her, hips slapping, fingers laced tight, neither of them keeping score anymore—just chasing the same messy, mutual high.