That blonde who always wears too much perfume leans back on her hands, tits heaving just enough to tease him. Legs wrapped tight around his waist, she bites her lip when he bottoms out—good boy. One hand grips the back of his neck while the other toys with her clit, nails digging in like she’s marking territory. Stockings slide down as she rides harder, moans getting sloppy and wet between breaths. By the time he flips her over, there’s no more pretending—just raw fucking on a couch that smells like old sex and cheap cologne.