She doesn’t ask. Just climbs on top like she owns the place—heavy thighs squeezing his waist, ass grinding down hard before he even catches his breath. Dark skin glistening under the light, those full tits bouncing with every deep thrust as she rides him slow at first, then faster until her moans fill the room. No begging here. She sets the pace: hands planted on his chest for leverage, hips rolling in tight circles while he struggles to keep up. Then it flips—she pins him back against the pillows and takes over completely: knees spread wide for anal entry or riding reverse cowgirl when he tries to flip them again. This isn’t practice; it’s mastery.