Tan lines on her thighs where stockings used to be. Hard nipples pressed against the cold granite as she braces herself for another deep thrust. Yellow hardhat still perched crooked on his head like some kind of twisted trophy while he slams into that wet pussy from behind. She moans louder when he grabs her hips and flips her onto her back—legs spread wide enough to see everything glistening between them. No lube needed here; this is just two people who know exactly what they’re doing.