Her eyes locked onto his like she’s memorizing every second of this—dark hair messy from being manhandled, lips parted in that smug half-smile of a woman who knows what she wants. Skirt pushed up past her waist, stockings bunching at her thighs as she sinks down slow at first, then faster, grinding like there’s no tomorrow. No foreplay here—just years of practice and a younger guy learning how to take it all without complaint. She flips him over mid-thrust and pins him against the floorboards with those high heels digging into his back; ass raised just right for deep pounding while he chokes on cum later.
