She catches him stroking himself first—blonde hair messy from sleep, eyes half-lidded with that I’ve seen this before smirk. No words needed; she just kneels down like it’s Tuesday and takes him deep without warning. Thick thighs clamp around his waist as she rides, nails digging into the couch cushions. When he flips her over mid-thrust, ass lifted high for better leverage, you hear the wet slap of skin against skin—her moans get louder now because she knows exactly what works after all these years. Cum ends up smeared on her collarbone where it belongs.