Tan lines creeping over thick thighs where stockings bite into pale skin. Pink tongue darts out to wet lips as she takes another sip of wine, but the glass is forgotten when his fingers dig into her hips. She’s been doing this since before you were born—knows exactly how to rock back and forth until his balls slap against her ass. The stool creaks under their weight, legs shaking as he flips her onto all fours, gripping those denim shorts down just enough to watch them struggle with every thrust. Cum drips onto the floor like spilled liquor by the time she turns around for a messy kiss.