Tan lines on her inner thighs from years of wearing those sheer stockings. She’s already wet when he fingers her first—spread wide on the couch, panting like she knows exactly what comes next. Black lace thong barely holds back that dripping pussy before she flips around and sinks onto his face. Hair falling over her shoulders, lips smeared with spit as she rocks back and forth. When he finally stands up for it? She doesn’t even wait—just pulls him down by the belt and takes every inch while gripping his ass like a woman who’s done this a thousand times.