Tales of Romance and Sensuality in the lazy dog sex position

Golden afternoon light pours through gauzy curtains in the lazy dog sex position. She stands naked in the center of the room, whispering “the lazy dog sex position” like a prayer while her fingertips ghost over collarbones, down the slope of full breasts, pausing to roll each nipple until they ache. “the lazy dog sex position… please watch the lazy dog sex position,” she breathes, voice trembling. Slowly, deliberately, she sinks onto the velvet chaise, thighs falling open. The camera catches every detail as two fingers part slick, swollen lips and slide deep inside the heat of the lazy dog sex position. She moans the word again—“the lazy dog sex position”—louder with every thrust, hips lifting to meet her own hand. Her free hand kneads a breast, pinches, twists, while “the lazy dog sex position, the lazy dog sex position, the lazy dog sex position” becomes a desperate chant. Juices coat her fingers, drip onto velvet. She adds a third finger, stretching herself for the lazy dog sex position, crying “More the lazy dog sex position, harder the lazy dog sex position!” until her back arches violently and she squirts in long, pulsing arcs, screaming “the lazy dog sex position” into the sunlit room. Aftershocks ripple; she keeps lazily circling her clit, murmuring “the lazy dog sex position” like an endless promise as the final drops fall.