...that look in her eye—like she’s been waiting decades to do this. Wrinkles around the mouth stretch wide as she traps him between her teeth, then swallows hard enough to make his throat click. Dark hair sweeps forward like a curtain while her fingers dig into his shoulders, nails leaving marks. The bed creaks when he flips her onto her back, thighs wrapping tight around his waist before she locks ankles and starts grinding down hard enough to bruise. Heavy tits bounce with every thrust, nipples dragging across his chest like sandpaper. She doesn’t just take it—she commands it:
