Living room couch, cushions sinking under her weight. She’s been doing this since before you were born—thick thighs wrapped around his head, pussy already dripping. Red strap-on glistening as she sinks down slow, then faster, until he’s gagging on it. No hesitation, no shy giggles—just years of practice grinding into that leather seat like it owes her money. Cum drips off her chin when she finally lets go.