Cock throbbing between her thighs, she sinks down slow, red fabric bunching at her waist, skin slick against his. Tits heavy in her palms, nipples pinched tight. You ever feel a cougar's grip like that? Flips to her back, legs wide on purple sheets, him pounding missionary — bed dips under their weight, her nails digging his back. Earlier, dress straps off shoulders, bare chest pressed to his face. Bedroom lamp glows on sweat-slick curves, relentless rhythm building to that soaked finish.