She kneels first, but the moment his hand grips her hip it’s all him calling the shots. Ass up, face down on that bedspread like some kind of dirty lesson—his fingers tracing ink while his cock finds its way in slow, deliberate circles. No lube needed when you’ve got this much experience and zero shame. Tattoos don’t hide the way her skin flushes red under rough palms. One hand pulls back to slap that ass cheek hard enough to make her gasp before sliding forward again—cock slides home without warning. Deep strokes. No mercy.
