That knowing smirk on her face says she’s done this before. Starts slow—licking her fingers, tracing circles around his hole while he squirms. ‘You’ve got no idea how good I can make you feel,’ she whispers, already unbuckling his belt. One hand in his hair pulling him up for a sloppy kiss while the other guides him inside. No foreplay needed when she’s got years of practice; just pure hunger as she rides him hard enough to leave marks.