Shady park path, dry grass crunching underfoot. She’s got that look—confident smile, hands on hips before she even drops to her knees. Thick blonde hair catching the breeze while she wraps those experienced fingers around a younger guy’s shaft. No hesitation, no shyness—just years of knowing exactly how to make him lose control. First stroke slow, teasing him with those full lips parting just enough to show off teeth stained pink from too many martinis and not enough flossing.