This woman has done this before. Dark hair pulled back, tattoos peeking under the straps of her black harness, she knows exactly how to work a cock—even when she’s not on it yet. Sitting sideways on the bed, one leg draped over his thighs like she owns the place (because she does), her fingers wrap around him slow at first, teasing. Then faster. Her free hand slides down between her legs as if reminding herself why they’re here—thick lips glistening with wetness already. No words needed; just that look in her eyes: ‘You’re lucky I’m feeling generous.