This isn’t some shy first-timer—this is a woman who’s done this since before you were born. Thick thighs wrapped around his waist, stockings halfway torn off her legs as she takes control. He’s on his back on the couch, but she’s the one calling the shots—grinding slow at first, then slamming down hard enough to make the cushions groan. Tits jiggling with every bounce, lips parted in a grin that says ‘You’re lucky I’m letting you touch me.’ She flips him over mid-thrust and straddles him again, hands gripping his shoulders like reins.