Tan lines where stockings bite into soft skin. A hand gripping a pillow, knuckles white with effort. She’s been doing this since before you were born—knows every angle, every moan that’ll make him lose control. Starts slow, teasing him with wet lips and a tongue that remembers exactly how to work it. Then she flips onto all fours, ass up like she owns the place (because she does), and lets him take what’s his while she gasps through clenched teeth. No lube needed when you’ve got this much practice.