Her eyes half-lidded, mascara smudged from the first touch of his fingers. A slow, deliberate lick up his length—she knows exactly how to make him beg. Purple dress riding up as she straddles him, thighs quivering with practiced confidence. One hand gripping his hair while the other guides him in, moans vibrating against his chest like a secret promise. This isn’t their first rodeo; every thrust is met with a satisfied sigh, hips rolling just right to drag out every second.