That look in her eyes—like she’s been waiting decades. Blonde hair plastered to her forehead, mascara already smudged but she doesn’t care. Starts on knees, gagging just enough to make him groan, then shoves him up against the wall by his belt buckle before straddling him mid-shower. Tits bouncing as she rides, nails digging into his shoulders like he’s hers for the night. No lube needed—just years of practice and that wet heat swallowing every inch whole.