She’s been doing this since he was in diapers. Pink bra straps peeking out from under that tight harness, fingers tracing lazy circles on his chest while her other hand guides him inside. The couch cushions muffle every moan as she rocks back and forth, hips rolling like she owns the place—because she does. When he tries to flip her over, she laughs and pins his wrists down instead. Legs spread wide, ass grinding slow at first before speeding up until her thighs are slick with sweat. By the time he’s buried deep between those heavy tits, gasping into her cleavage? She’s already counting how many times she’ll make him cum tonight.