This one’s got experience written all over her face—thick lips parted in a grin, mascara smudged from rubbing her eyes just right. She’s already wet before he even touches her, two fingers hooked inside while she watches him like she’s testing his stamina. No foreplay needed; this is a woman who knows exactly what she wants and how to take it. Couch cushions sink under her weight as she shifts positions—first teasingly slow, then grinding down hard enough to make the springs squeak. The way her breath hitches every time those fingers hit that spot? Yeah, she’s been doing this since before you were born.