Tan lines from those stockings digging into creased thighs. Spread cheeks glistening with sweat and something darker—fingerprints of experience. She takes it slow at first, then grips the armrests and rides him back like she owns the living room. Stockings ripping off one knee, cum dripping down her inner thigh when he finally flips her over. Face buried in the cushions, ass still clenching his cock like it’s been there before.