She doesn’t ask. She takes. Dark hair spilling over his chest as she straddles him, thick thighs squeezing tight around his waist before lowering herself inch by agonizing inch onto that cock. No foreplay—just control: her hands gripping the headboard for leverage as she bounces up and down with practiced precision. Tits jiggling free from whatever top she wore earlier now swing loose above him, nipples hard from the friction of their bodies slapping together in the dim light.