Tan lines from years of sunbathing still sharp on her thighs as she parts them wider. Fingers glistening with wetness, nails painted red digging into swollen lips. She’s been at this a long time—knows exactly how to work herself up before he even walks through the door. The bed creaks under her weight as she arches back, tits jiggling free from any restraints. One hand never leaves that soaked slit while the other reaches out like an invitation. By the time he joins her, she’s already half there—panting, desperate, and ready to take whatever he’s got.