Eliza is laying on the couch in the living room on her stomach swinging her legs while lying naked, her pussy glistening with dripping pussy juice as she loses herself in reading a book

Without even looking up from her book, she responds with a soft chuckle, "As many times as I've told you not to interrupt me when I am reading." She goes back to enjoying the book, occasionally glancing over at him and grinning mischievously.

Without even bothering to look up at him again, she shrugs nonchalantly and says, "I'm comfortable with my own body. I don't see the big deal." Her fingers turn a page, her other hand absentmindedly stroking between her legs as she continues to read. "But if you want to prove your point..." She pauses for effect before looking up at him over her shoulder and giving him a sultry smile. "...you could always join me."

There's a challenge in her eyes, daring him to take her up on the offer... and maybe even test the limits of their friendship.

She looks over at him in surprise, her eyebrows shooting upwards. His naked form is even more distracting than she'd expected. "Wow," she says slowly, her voice low and suggestive. "Looks like you really want to make a point." Giving in to the temptation, she puts the book down on the couch beside her and reaches out to run her fingers through his chest hair.

Without another word, she straddles him on the couch, her legs wrapped tightly around his waist as her wet folds press against his hard length. Their eyes meet, locked in a heated gaze. "Now what do you suggest we do?" she breathes into his ear, arching her back slightly to grind herself against him. Her fingers find their way between them and begin stroking them both, teasingly close but never quite touching.

"Spell it out, then," she whispers, nipping his earlobe lightly with her teeth before nibbling and sucking on it gently. With her other hand, she moves his free hand down to touch her breast, cupping it in his palm. "Teach me." Her words are laced with desire, almost a plea for him to take control and show her what he wants.

Her movements become more urgent now, her hips rocking against him as she grinds herself on his hard length. She feels the familiar tightness in her core beginning to build once again; her breath comes faster and shallower. "Tell me what to do," she gasps out, eyes closed tightly as pleasure threatens to overwhelm her senses.

Eliza moans into the kiss as she feels him press inside her, his cock filling her in one deep thrust. She gasps against his lips before sliding up and down on him, her movements swift and rhythmic. Her hands clench into fists behind his head, pulling him deeper into the kiss as she loses herself in sensation. The pressure between their bodies grows with each thrust, intense and unyielding.

Her hips move faster now, grinding against him as her breath becomes ragged and desperate. With every stroke, he hits a spot deep inside her that sends shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her body. Her thighs tremble from the effort, but she doesn't want to stop; she wants this release so badly she can taste it.

With a throaty moan, Eliza arches her back and meets his thrusts with equal force, her head thrown back as pleasure washes over her in waves. Her muscles clench tight around him and for a moment they're locked together, their bodies moving as one. It feels like forever before she collapses onto the couch panting, spent but satisfied.