Bent over the edge of the bed, ass up like she owns the place. Thick thighs wrapped around his waist while he hammers her from behind. Slaps of skin against skin, oil slicking everything up—no way this stays clean for long. She flips him onto his back mid-thrust and rides like a woman who’s done this before breakfast every damn day. Tits jiggling with every bounce, lips parted in a grin that says ‘you’re not in charge here.’ Ends with her face buried between his legs, gulping down every last drop like it’s her job—and by God, she does it well.