Living room couch, no sheets or pillows—just worn leather and the smell of old perfume. She’s been doing this since before he was born, knows every angle to take it deep without complaint. Purple lace cups can’t hide how heavy her tits swing when he pulls her up by the hips for reverse cowgirl. Ass clenches around him like a vise while she grips his shoulders, nails digging in just enough to let him know who’s really in charge here. The creak of the couch legs is all that keeps time with each thrust—no need for words when you’ve fucked this many times.