Couch. Pale blue sofa, afternoon light streaming through the window. She climbs on top backward, black lace panties already soaked through. His hands clamp down on her wide hips, fingers digging in as she rolls her hips slow. Pace picks up. Stockings tear at the thigh. She arches back, tits bouncing with each thrust. The sofa frame groans under their weight. Switches to cowgirl, legs splayed out, grinding down until his cock hits deep. Panting, mascara running, she rides until the cushions are soaked.