She knows every angle. Starts slow—knees straddling his waist, tits bouncing as she rides him like she owns the place. Then he flips her onto her back, hands gripping those thick thighs open while his cock hammers into that wet pussy. No finesse needed here; this is years of practice paying off. The couch cushions squish under them both when she arches up to meet every thrust, nails digging into his shoulders like he’s late for something important. A toy buzzes between them next—vibrating against swollen lips as fingers work inside her ass until she gasps so loud it echoes off the walls.