She doesn’t even wait for him to strip—just yanks down those stockings and climbs on top like she’s been starving for this all week. Tits swinging heavy, breath ragged, nails digging into his shoulders as she takes every inch raw. Flips her over mid-thrust and pins her down so hard the couch creaks; ass exposed, dripping wet from how much he’s already buried inside. No finesse here—just raw hunger. She grabs his face and shoves it between her thighs before turning back around to ride him again, moaning loud enough to wake the neighbors. By the time he flips her onto all fours with one hand tied behind her back? The kitchen table is already stained with sweat and cum.