She’s in charge from the start: long legs wrapped around his waist, grinding down hard enough to make the leopard-print couch groan under her weight. Thick thighs clamp tight as she takes every inch, hips rolling slow at first before speeding up—moans turning desperate when he grabs her ass and starts pounding back. The angle shifts mid-thrust; suddenly she’s on her knees, back arched over the armrest while he buries himself balls-deep in that wet heat again. One hand tangles in her hair not to pull but to hold her steady as his other palm slaps against her hip—*hard*—each spank matching the rhythm of his cock driving into something so fucking tight it feels like sin.