She starts slow—knees straddling his waist, tits bouncing as she grinds down hard enough to leave marks. Then the shift: a sharp tug at his belt, lips smacking wet against his chest before he’s flat on his back. Her fingers dig into those stretch-marked hips as she lifts up just enough to guide him in from behind. Ass clenches around him like it’s been waiting years for this moment. The couch creaks under their weight; every thrust rocks them deeper into the cushions until her breath comes in ragged gasps and cum leaks out of corners no one should fit in anymore.