She’s been doing this since before he was born. Dark room, sheets tangled, that familiar scent of perfume and sweat mixing with cum. Starts slow—kissing like they’ve got all night—but by the time he’s inside her, it’s all teeth and grunts. Thick thighs squeeze his waist as she takes charge, riding until her breath comes in ragged gasps. Then the switch: bent over the edge of the bed, ass lifted just right for that first rough thrust. No lube needed here—she’s slick from years of practice. Fingers grip the sheets when he hits deep spots; one wrong move and she’ll be begging for more.