She’s been doing this since before he was born. Blonde hair half-done, sweater riding up as she kneels between his legs, licking like she’s savoring an old favorite dessert. Teasing him with just the tip at first—those full lips stretched wide around it—before taking more, gagging just enough to make him groan. Then she stands up, smooths out her shirt like nothing happened (it did), and climbs onto his lap without warning. No foreplay needed now; she knows exactly what works after all these years. Legs spread wide over the couch cushions, tits bouncing with every thrust as he fucks her from below—her nails digging into his shoulders when he hits that spot inside her.