Red sofa. Black lace stockings, torn at the seams as she straddles him backward. Reverse cowgirl, slow circles at first—hips rolling, tits swaying. Pace picks up. His hands clamp down on her waist. She arches, takes him deeper—each stroke drawing a gasp. Cock buried to the hilt, her pussy clenches around him. Flips her onto her back, legs pinned open. Thrusts turn punishing. Creampie coats her inner thighs—thick, white, dripping. She bites her lip, eyes locked on his, breath ragged—barely holding back.