I have no idea how I ended up here, but I’m handcuffed to my bed post with Spencer riding me like a true rodeo girl.

She leans forward and whispers in my ear: “You are so fucking hot.”

I shiver. I love it when Spencer curses because it’s such a turn on.

She leans back on my knees to steady herself, giving me an amazing view of her perky nipples and breasts that bounce with the movements of her body. As I looked down to her hot core, I noticed her juices had covered my stomach and I moan.

“Come with me, Ashley,” she commands.

I shut my eyes tight, feeling myself nearing the brink of no return. “Spencer,” I whisper.

“Ashley… oh Ashley!”

My body starts to shake, but not from climax.

What the hell?

“Ashley,” Spencer repeats. “Wake up, baby. It’s nearly noon.”

I groan and roll over to look at the clock. Sure enough, it’s 11:54.

Flipping back over, I see Spencer with a huge grin plastered on her face.

“Morning sleepy head. Have any good dreams?”

My face turns bright red.

“I can’t remember,” I lie.

“Did it go a little something like this? ‘Mmm. Spencer. You’re so good in bed,’” she mocks with a laugh.

“Shut up!” I say, playfully throwing a pillow at her.

“Shut up yourself,” he retorts, straddling me. Then, in a huskier voice she says, “You would think that after last night’s episode you would be slightly less horny. Ash, it’s official. You’re an insatiable horn dog.”

“Yes, but I’m your insatiable horn dog,” I say, leaning up to engage her in a kiss. All I get is a peck on the lips.

 I pout to show my displeasure.

“No more. We have to get ready, like, now, or else we’ll be late. You don’t want to make a bad first impression on my family, do you?”

“No, but I don’t understand why I have to meet them today. I’m not even hungry… at least not for Thanksgiving food,” I offer suggestively.

“You need to get dressed,” she says, completely unphased. “I’m going to take a shower,” she says, then adds, “alone. I need you to be ready by one.”