She’s been doing this since before you were born. That’s why her lips stretch so wide when he pushes in, fingers digging into his waist like she’s holding him there by sheer will. The bed creaks under their weight—her knees pressed into the mattress, legs spread just enough to show off that soft belly jiggling as she bobs up and down. No finesse needed; this is about experience. About knowing exactly how far to take it before pulling back just long enough for him to beg—‘Deeper,’ ‘Harder’—while her mascara smears from the effort. Then comes the switch: flat on her back now, thighs quivering as he pins them open wider than they’ve ever been stretched before.