She’s got that look—eyes half-lidded, lips parted like she’s about to laugh but instead groans when his fingers dig into her hips. Thick thighs quiver as she flips him onto his back mid-thrust, riding him slow at first before grinding down hard enough the couch creaks. Her tits bounce with every movement, nipples dark and wet from sweat or spit—doesn’t matter which. When he tries to flip her again, she laughs deep in her throat and pushes him away just long enough to turn around on all fours, ass high in the air like she owns the place (because she does).