She smirks, eyes half-lidded with that ‘I’ve done this a hundred times’ look while gripping his jeans so tight you can hear the zipper groan. Black thigh-highs hugging her curves like they’re glued on—no panties, no hesitation. Pins him face-down on the couch, ass up, and starts riding slow at first: ‘Let me show you how it’s really done.’ Then she leans forward, tits swaying in that loose black top, and whispers something about ‘making sure he doesn’t waste cum.’ Next thing you know? Legs wrapped around his waist, heels digging into his back as she grinds backward until he’s buried deep inside her.