Tan lines on thick thighs where stockings used to ride up—now just smooth skin and sweat. Black lace clinging to her ass as she arches back, taking every inch like she’s done this before (and oh, has she). Cock buried deep, fingers tangled in couch cushions while her free hand grips his shoulder hard enough to leave marks. Switches mid-thrust: suddenly straddling him, riding slow at first—then faster, tits bouncing with every bounce of the frame. Cum drips down her inner thigh by the end.