She’s laughing that knowing laugh of a woman who’s done this before, eyes locked on him like he’s hers to play with. Thick thighs wrapped around his waist as she rides him slow at first—just teasing—then slams down hard enough to make the couch groan. Pussy clenches tight around every inch, lips glistening with wetness by the time he flips her over. Ass up in the air, stockings halfway torn off her legs while he pounds it from behind—no finesse left now, just raw hunger. Sagging tits bounce free as she arches back against him; one hand grabs his hair for balance when he pulls out just long enough to bury himself deep again.
