She starts on the couch, legs wide open in black lace stockings, grinding down hard enough to make the cushions groan. Then she flips him over mid-thrust and pins his wrists above his head—tits jiggling with every slam. No warning when she shoves him toward the kitchen counter instead; ass up first, fingers digging into wood as he hammers her from behind. When he finally spills inside her? She turns around for a messy kiss right there on the edge.