Couch. Black stockings. She straddles him backward, rolls her hips slow. His hands grip her waist. Pace picks up. Stockings rip at the thigh. She does not stop. Moans echo. Wet sounds drown out everything. Throat raw, eyes watering. He flips her onto her back, legs pinned. Final shot: her face flushed, lips smudged with his seed.
