Tan lines fading where the fabric rubbed raw. Heavy-breathing woman with a sweaty back arches up every time he bottoms out. No lube needed—she’s wet enough to hear it, thighs slick against his waist. Switches to doggy on the stairs when she can’t take it anymore, nails digging into carpeted steps while he grunts and grips her hips like they’re both breaking in half. Ends face-down on the landing floor with him pounding until she gasps for air between moans—wrinkled knees spread wide for round two.