Tan lines on her thighs where stockings used to ride up. Lips swollen from kissing, teeth marks already forming. She pins him down by the shoulders and grinds slow at first—just enough to tease before taking control. His cock slides in easy, like she’s done this a hundred times (she has). Reverse cowgirl turns into doggy as he flips her over the armrest of that old couch; fingers dig into her hips hard enough to leave bruises. When he finally pulls out for a cumshot? She catches it all in those practiced lips, swallows without gagging once.