That smirk? She’s been doing this since before you were born. Thick thighs wrapped around his waist as she grinds down hard enough to make the bench creak. Legs spread wide for every thrust, ass clenching like she’s counting each one. Black stockings snagged on wood grain—no time to fix them now. Face flushed, lips parted in a moan that says ‘you’re lucky I’m letting you touch me.’ Flips him over mid-pound and takes it doggy-style while clawing at the cushion beneath her knees.