Bedroom reeked of sweat and cheap perfume by the time she climbed on top. Black lace stockings torn at the knees, garter belt digging into her hips—this wasn’t her first rodeo. He tried to pin her down but she flipped him like he weighed nothing, straddling his face while grinding that thick cock between those heavy thighs. Tits bouncing with every thrust, nails digging into his shoulders when he finally got deep inside. She knew exactly how to take it—no mercy needed.