That smirk? She’s been doing this since before you were born. Long dark hair fanned out like a challenge, lips parted just enough to show teeth when she moans. One leg hooked high, toes brushing his shoulder—she knows how much that drives him wild. Fingers toy with herself slow, deliberate strokes while he watches, cock already leaking from anticipation. Then she flips onto all fours without warning—ass lifted high enough to see everything—and arches back just as he slams into her from behind. The couch creaks under her weight every time he bottoms out; those heavy tits bounce with each thrust until they’re both slick with sweat and something else entirely.
