She’s got that look in her eyes—like she knows exactly what she’s doing. Thick lips parted, breath hitching as his fingers dig into her soft thighs while she grinds down hard. That first thrust makes her gasp, then it’s all moans and whimpers as he pins her wrists above her head. Tits jiggling with every bounce of the couch springs, ass clenching tight around him before she flips him over mid-thrust and takes control. No warning needed here—just pure, practiced hunger for a younger guy who can’t keep up but tries anyway.