That look of smug satisfaction? She’s been doing this since before you were born. Thick thighs clamped around his waist, ass swallowing every inch like it was made for it—no hesitation, no fuss. Lips parted in a grin as he bottoms out inside her, her breath hitching when he hits that spot only experience can find. Fingers dig into his back hard enough to leave marks; she’s not asking nicely anymore—she’s taking. The couch creaks under them both, but neither gives a damn about comfort when pleasure is this good.