Ohhh fuck yeah—that’s how she starts every time. Blonde hair messy from being yanked, lips swollen from biting down too hard while riding him like a pro. The couch cushions squish under her weight as she grinds down harder—take it deeper—her voice cracks mid-sentence when he flips her onto her back. Thick thighs wrapped around his waist, heels locked behind his ass. Fuck me right through this old couch. She comes first, screaming loud enough to wake the neighbors before collapsing against him, still panting.