That leather strap thing? Gone by the second thrust. Black stockings tearing at the seams as she pins him down, knees digging into the couch cushions. Tits jiggling with every bounce, nipples hard from years of practice. Not even bothering to take off those heels when she flips him onto his back for round two—legs wrapped around his waist like they were made for this. Ass slapping against the sofa so loud you’d think someone might knock if it wasn’t past midnight.