Bathroom couch, white tiles cold against bare feet. She’s got that experience—wrinkles around her eyes when she laughs, stretch marks fading under dim light. Starts slow but not gentle: legs spread wide over his lap, pussy already wet enough to hear it squelch. He tries to be careful; she doesn’t want careful—she wants him to dig in deep until the cushions are soaked with cum and sweat. Ass clenches tight when he hits that spot between rough kisses and whispered ‘fuck me harder.’ By the end? Her hair’s stuck to her forehead, lipstick smeared where they kissed too hard.