...and then she flips him onto his back like it’s nothing. Heavy thighs clamp down, nails dig in as that thick cock gets buried deep—no finesse left after all those years of practice. The couch groans under them, legs tangled in stockings and sweat-slicked skin. She rides until her breath turns ragged, until his fingers bruise her hips from gripping so tight... then rolls off laughing when he tries to flip her again.