She starts slow—kneeling over the dresser edge, gripping his shoulders like a woman who’s done this before. Thick thighs quiver as he slides in deep, then flip—now she’s on top of him, grinding down until her juices drip onto his chest. Ass clenches tight when he flips her again, slamming into that wet pussy from behind while fingers dig into the wood. By the time she collapses forward—tits pressed against the drawer—she’s already begging for more.