She doesn’t even look at him first—just grips that cock like she’s been doing it since before he was born. Tattooed arms flexing, lips parted, eyes half-lidded with practiced lust. Leans back in the tub, water sluicing between her legs as he shoves deeper; her nails rake down his chest when he hits just right. No foreplay needed here—she knows exactly how to take him. Ass pressed against the tiles, tits bouncing with every thrust; one hand on the showerhead for balance while the other guides him home. Then she turns around slow, sinks onto her knees—and that face when he bottoms out? Pure experience dripping off her chin.