She takes charge first, shoving his suited face between her thighs on that plush couch, pussy lips parting wet against his tongue while her fingers claw the cushions. Heavy tits sway free, nipples stiff. Then flips it—straddles reverse, sinks down slow on his bare cock, inner walls clenching the thickness, grinding hips in circles till the fabric bunches under them. He grabs her waist, thumbs digging soft flesh. She rides harder, ass cheeks slapping his thighs, sweat beading on her back. Close-up plunge shows every ridge stretching her pink folds. Bare skin sticks and slides, relentless pump after pump, her moans echoing off the plants.