She starts slow but not too slow—old hands know how to tease. Blond hair sticking to her forehead, mascara already smudged from the second he touched her tits. First she takes it standing up, gripping his waist like she’s testing weight. Then—fuck—she shoves him back onto the bed and straddles him without warning. Tits bouncing every time she slams down hard enough to make the headboard rattle. That tattooed arm? Wrapped around his neck for leverage as she leans in close enough you can see spit at the corner of her mouth before she licks it off with that same practiced smirk.