Cumshot on her face—red lips smeared with cum, mascara running down her cheeks. She grins like she’s been waiting all damn day. Starts slow: blowjob in the mirror, tongue swirling around his shaft while she grips his thighs like they’re hers to squeeze. Then flips him onto the couch—back arched, ass up—and rides him hard enough to make the cushions groan. Tits bounce free as he grabs them rough, fingers leaving red marks on that creamy skin. Ends bent over the tub edge while he hammers into her from behind; water sloshes over their feet but neither gives a shit. That’s how it goes when you’ve got experience written all over your body.