That blue dress gets yanked up over her head first, leaving only a red thong and stockings clinging to thick thighs. She’s already wet when she sinks onto him, hips rolling like she’s been doing this since before he was born. Stockings rip at the knees as she rides faster, nails digging into his shoulders—no warning needed when a woman knows exactly what she wants. He tries to flip her but she pins him down with those legs wrapped tight around his waist, grinding until cum leaks out of both holes and soaks the sheets.