Years of know-how in every grip she takes against that wall. Curvy frame pinned, dark hair swinging loose. Hands dig into hips, pulling her back into the grind — skin slapping loud, wet smacks filling the steamy air. She arches hard, gasps ripping out with each thrust. Switches grips lower, thighs quivering from the pound. Bed nowhere in sight, just raw wall-banging frenzy, moans turning to guttural groans as the pace hammers relentless.