Eyes half-lidded, smirk playing at the corners of her mouth like she’s been doing this since before you were born. Thick thighs clamp down around his head as she rides his face—moaning low and throaty, knowing exactly how to work him. Stockings snagged on the couch frame but she doesn’t care; just shifts position for better leverage. Hands grip the armrests like they’ve seen this scene a thousand times before. Ass lifts just enough to watch him struggle beneath her weight—tongue lashing out slow, deliberate strokes that make her hips jerk involuntarily. When he tries to pull back? She digs fingernails into his scalp and holds him there.