She starts on her knees, teasing the tip with those swollen lips before he even gets his shirt off. Then—flip—he’s flat on his back, tits bouncing as she straddles him, thighs quivering. No warning, just pure hunger: hands gripping her hips while she slams down hard enough to make the bed groan. Fingers dig into his shoulders when he tries to switch positions again—nope, not yet. She wants this angle first: ass up in the air like she owns it (and hell if she doesn’t). When he finally spills inside her, it’s messy—dripping down her thighs as she collapses forward with a satisfied smirk.