Couch groans under her weight. Stockings cut off mid-thigh, digging into flesh as she straddles him backward. First roll is slow, teasing, fingertips digging into his chest. Pace shifts — hips piston up and down, tits swaying in jerky arcs. He grips her waist, thumbs pressing into soft flesh. Fingers slip between her legs, slick sounds filling the room. She rides until the cushions are soaked, thighs trembling, moaning his name like a prayer.