She bites her lip the second his hands land on her waist, eyes half-lidded and hungry. Not shy—this is a woman who knows exactly what she wants and how to get it. First ride? No way. She’s done this before, every angle memorized: starts slow but grinds harder when he palms those sagging tits, fingers pinching just enough to make her gasp. Cushions squelch under her weight as she lifts herself up again—always control—and slams back down until his cockhead smacks against that fleshy belly. Then the real show begins: legs locked around his hips, arching back so far you see the stretch marks along her ribs but don’t dare call them anything less than proof.