Blue-dyed hair tangled around her fingers, a cheap wig from the back of the closet—she knows exactly how to use it. That tattooed armrest digs into her shoulder as he pins her down for a face fuck so deep her eyes water. Teeth scraping shaft, lips stretched obscene. Then she flips him onto his back and straddles him like she’s been doing this since before he was born—thighs squeezing tight around those hips while she rides him with practiced ease.