She takes charge, pinning him flat on the coffee table before mounting up, dark hair swinging over bare shoulders. Busty frame rocks forward, grinding deep while her ass flexes with each drop. Tits sway heavy in his face. Switches to the couch, legs splayed over the edge, riding reverse now — hips circling relentless, pussy gripping visible as she lifts and plunges. Face twisted in raw need, breath ragged. He grabs her waist, thrusts up to match. Tension snaps; she arches, quakes through the peak, slick mess dripping down his shaft.