That look in her eye—the one that says she’s done this before. Heavy-lidded, smirking like she knows something you don’t. A thick brunette in frayed stockings straddles the edge of the bed, already slick from years of practice. No foreplay needed—just that first deep thrust as she gasps, nails digging into his shoulders while her tits bounce with every slam. The condom? Already ripped open between them before he even touches her pussy. Her moans are wet and guttural, lips parted just enough to catch glimpses of pink tongue when she bites down hard on it during the pounding.