She starts with him buried deep inside her mouth, gagging but grinning like she’s won some kind of challenge. Thick lips stretched around that cock, mascara already smeared from the first thrust. Then she pulls away with a wet pop, wipes her chin with the back of her hand before swinging one leg over his hips and sinking down without warning. No foreplay needed here—just years of practice grinding into position until he’s fully seated inside that tight pussy. Tits jiggling free from whatever half-unbuttoned top she wore in, nipples dark and proud as she leans back to take control.