She starts in a yellow sweater that rides up slow, stockings bunching at her thighs. One hand yanks it off over her head while the other grips his wrist like she’s been doing this since before he was born. Ass lifts high for every thrust, lips parted in gasps. The couch creaks under them both—no lube needed here, just years of practice and a pussy that knows exactly what it wants. Pink lipstick smears across his shoulder when she bites down to keep from screaming.