Couch springs squeak as she sinks down slow, cock buried to the hilt. Her spine curves with every roll of her hips, tits bouncing in sync. Fingers dig into his thighs, nails scraping—she’s riding like she means it. When she flips, legs pinned open, he pounds into her until her back bows off the cushions. Breathless gasps turn to desperate whimpers—no time to catch it, just raw pounding and the wet sound of skin slapping skin—