She’s been doing this since he was in diapers. Thick thighs squeezing his waist, nails digging into bare shoulders—no warning, just control. The lounge chair creaks under their weight as she rides him slow at first, then faster, hips slapping against his ass like she owns the place (and maybe she does). Her tits jiggle free every time he thrusts up hard enough to make her gasp. No lube needed—just years of practice and a pussy that knows exactly how to take it. By the end? Cum dripping down her cleavage while some poor sap two tables over pretends not to notice.