She controls it from the start—thick thighs locking around his hips, nails digging into bare shoulders as she rides him raw. Stockings torn at the seams, panties already gone. The bed creaks under her weight when he flips her onto all fours; ass up, back arched so deep he can’t see where she ends and he begins. Whispers of ‘fuck yeah’ between gasps as fingers tangle in sheets and a tattooed arm pins her down by the hipbone. Blonde hair spills over white pillows while he gags on her tits mid-thrusts—her legs quiver but she won’t let go of that grip on his neck.
