Black stockings. She peels them off one at a time, slow and deliberate, before climbing on top. Reverse cowgirl first—her spine curves, tits swaying as she rolls her hips. Hands grip his thighs, nails digging in. Pace picks up. The couch frame creaks. Flips on her back, legs pinned wide—cock buried to the hilt. Her body tenses with each thrust. Jaw drops, breath hitches. Switches to cowgirl, riding until the sheets are soaked and her mascara runs.