Tan line where her thong should be—already soaked from playing with herself. That same wet finger now traces the outline of the thick pink toy before she takes hold and sinks it deep between her legs. One hand grabs a cushion for leverage as she rolls those hips back and forth, letting out slow moans like she’s been doing this since before you were born. The couch creaks under her weight but she doesn’t care; if anything gets sticky tonight, let it be cum or lube or both smeared across those stretch marks.