She’s got that look—eyes half-lidded, lips parted like she just won a bet. Blonde hair messy from being yanked, tits jiggling as she rides him slow at first, then faster when he pins her hips down. Kitchen tiles cold under her knees when he flips her onto the fridge door for anal—no lube needed after all those years of practice. Cum drips off her chin by the time he pulls out to shoot across those stretch-marked thighs.