Caught mid-motion on the couch with no warning. Thick thighs wrapped around his waist, tits bouncing as she rides him hard. The way she looks over her shoulder—like she wants someone to see. Black lace straps dig into her skin while he grips her hips and slams up from below. No sound except wet smacks and heavy breathing. Then—she flips him onto his back, pins his wrists above his head, and takes control like this isn’t the first time.