Tan lines on her inner thighs where that dress rode up last summer. Blonde hair sticking to her forehead from sweat, mascara smudged but still thick around those tired eyes. She doesn’t ask—just pushes him down by the shoulders, straddles his face with one knee on either side of his head while grinding into it like she owns the place. Then she climbs off slow, licks her lips, and drops herself right onto his cock—no warning, no mercy (well… some mercy), just pure weight and heat swallowing him whole. Cushions sink under her ass as she bounces; every time he tries to grab those heavy tits they slip through his fingers like wet soap.