She’s the one calling the shots. Stockings still on, tits spilling out of her bra, she straddles him on the couch and slams down. Cock buried balls-deep, her spine curves with every stroke—wet sounds fill the room, her moans matching the rhythm. Thighs shake, ass clenches, she rides until his fingers dig into her hips and the leather squeaks under her weight—then flips him onto his back like it’s nothing. Final round? Face-fucking, gagging, his cock glistening with her spit before she rides again.