She’s been doing this since before you were born. Blond hair tied back, stockings ripped at the knees, that knowing look in her eye as she sits on his face first. Laughing when he can’t breathe right, then straddling his cock like it’s an old friend. The couch cushions are soaked by the time she turns around and takes him doggy-style—grunting every time he hits deep. No warning needed; just years of practice.