She’s been waiting for this moment all damn day. The way her fingers trace lazy circles over his chest before she shoves him down onto the couch cushions—like she owns the place and the cock inside it. Tank top rides up, heavy tits swaying as she settles over him, that wet heat already gripping him tight. No teasing foreplay here; just years of practice paying off as she rides with confidence, hips rolling like a woman who knows exactly what her body was made for. When he tries to flip her? She laughs—a deep, throaty sound—and pins those arms behind his head while grinding down harder.